"I'll play my own soul against one of these that you have in bondage in this place."
"I'll bet it," says the Demon.
The Gambler won the first game, and so he did most of the others, until he had gained every soul in the place but one, and the Devil would not stake that one no matter how hard the Gambler urged him. He gathered them together then, but when the poor soul that was left behind saw them departing it let a screech out of it that would split a stone, but there was no help for it.
He drove them before him then, like a flock of sheep, and said, "What will be done with ye[92] now?"
"O friend, take us to heaven, take us to heaven," said they.
"It's as good for me, since ye are here," says he, and he drove them away with him until he came to the great white gates of heaven.
The gates opened and they were welcomed, and the souls went in. And the porter-saint said to the Gambler, "Won't yourself come in?"
"If I get leave to bring in the cards, I'll go," said the Gambler; "but if I don't, I won't."
"You won't get that permission," said the saint, but leave them on the wall here outside the gate, and go in, till you see those souls counted in their place. And you can come out after a while for the cards if you wish."