All was excitement now. “A hit! a hit!” was cried. “How much? how much?” and they gathered to the little counter and desk of the policy-dealer.
“1, 2, 3,” cried the girl, dancing about and waving her little slip of paper over her head. “I knew it would come—dreamed of them numbers three nights hand running! Hand over the money, old chap! Fifteen dollars for fifteen cents! That's the go!”
The policy-dealer took the girl's “piece,” and after comparing it with the record of drawn numbers, said, in a pleased voice,
“All right! A hit, sure enough. You're in luck to-day.”
The girl took the money, that was promptly paid down, and as she counted it over the dealer remarked,
“There's a doubling game going on, and it's to be up to-morrow, sure.”
“What's the row?” inquired the girl.
“4, 10, 40,” said the dealer.
“Then count me in;” and she laid down five dollars on the counter.
“Take my advice and go ten,” urged the policy-dealer.