“No. I have had enough. So have you.”
“Just the end of this new bank, then.”
The croupier was crying a new bank—putting it up to auction.
“La banque est aux enchères. Combien la banque?”
“I'll wait till you have had just one stake,” said Raine, by way of compromise.
Bids were made for the bank. Ten louis, twenty louis, thirty.
“Fifty,” cried Hockmaster, suddenly, with his elbows on the table. Raine clapped him on the shoulder.
“That's not in the bargain.”
“A hundred,” cried a fat German at the end of the other tableau, who had been losing persistently.
“You wait if you want to see fun,” said Hockmaster. “Two hundred.”