"There's your confounded money; what a fool of a club to let you stay here all night if you like, and to stop card-playing at three!" He turned to Lionel. "Well, Moore, what did you say: twenty pounds? I'll just make it thirty, if you like, and see if I can't get back that ten."
"Right with you, Johnny."
The young man dealt the two hands: he found he had a pair of fours, Lionel nothing but a king. The winner took over the loser's I.O.U. for the £30, and then said,
"Well, now, I'll go you double or quits."
"Oh, certainly," said Lionel, "if you like. But I don't think you should. You are the winner; stick to what you've got."
"Oh, I'll give you a chance to get it all back," the young man said; and this time Lionel dealt the cards. And again the latter lost—having to substitute an I.O.U. for £60 for its predecessor.
"Well, now, I'll give you one more chance," the winner said, with a laugh.
"I'm hanged if you shall, Johnny!" said one of the bystanders; and he had the courage to intervene and snatch up the cards. "Come away to your beds, boys, and stop that nonsense!
You've lost enough, Moore; and this fellow would go on till Doomsday."
But that insatiate young man was not to be beaten, after all. When they were separating in the street below he drew Lionel aside.