"I'm not—not satisfied." Tom Rising managed to get out these words and tried to, but without success, to sit square and upright.
"Well, sir," said the colonel, "you shall have your revenge to-morrow."
"I want it now—I'll have it now. Bring another bowl." His head dropped again.
"The gentleman," said the colonel, "is not in a condition to play. It would be cruel to play with him in this state."
"Come, Tom," one of them shook him by the arm, "wake up and be reasonable."
"I've lost again, and I want revenge."
"To-morrow, Tom, the colonel will give you as much revenge as you please."
Tom made no reply. He seemed asleep.
"He shall have as much revenge as he pleases. Meantime, gentlemen, we have been pleasant together, so far. But this young gentleman plays high—very high. I am ready to meet his wishes; but, gentlemen—far be it from me to hint that he is not a gentleman of large estate—but the fact is that he has lost pretty heavily and wants to go on continually."
"Yesterday," Tom spoke with closed eyes, "it was eight hundred. To-day it's—how much to-day?"