THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
Rouleau from the room, and after some minutes' absence, returned with a little linen bag. Ranald took the bag and began to count out some money upon the table before him.
"I will play to one hundred dollars," he said.
The lieutenant and Mr. Sims each laid the same amount before them upon the table.
"I have not so much on me," said Harry, "but perhaps my I. O. U. will do."
"What shall we say," said Mr. Sims, "a dollar to play and five dollars limit?"
"Say five and twenty-five," said De Lacy, who was commanding himself with a great effort.
"Is that too high?" said Harry, looking toward Ranald.
"No," said Ranald, "the higher the better."
It was soon evident that Ranald knew the game. He had learned it during the long winter nights in the shanty from Yankee, who was a master at it, and he played it warily and with iron nerve. He seemed to know as by instinct when to retreat and when to pursue; and he played with the single purpose of bleeding the lieutenant dry. Often did he refuse to take toll of Harry or Mr. Sims when opportunity offered, but never once did he allow the lieutenant to escape.
"You flatter me," said the lieutenant, sarcastically, as Ranald's purpose became increasingly clear.
"I will have from you all you have won," replied Ranald in a tone of such settled resolve that it seemed as if nothing could prevent the accomplishment of his
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