right now, and I can afford to play if I want to.”
“I’m a little ahead myself,” said Hugh, “1 don’t play very often, though, except in the house when the fellows insist. I can’t shoot craps at all, and I get tired of cards after a couple of hours.”
“I’m a damn fool to play,” Winsor asserted posi¬ tively, “a plain damn fool. I ought n’t to waste my time at it, but I’m a regular fiend for the game. . 1 get a great kick out of it. How’s to sit in with us? There’s only going to be half a dozen fellows, Two-bit limit.”
“Yeah, it ’ll start with a two-bit limit, but after an hour deuces ’ll be wild all over the place and tht sky will be the limit. I’ve sat in those games before.”
Winsor laughed. “Guess you ’re right, but what’s the odds? Better shoot a few hands.”
“Well, all right, but I can’t stay later than eleven I’ve got a quiz in eccy to-morrow, and I’ve got tc bone up on it some time to-night.”
“I’ve got that quiz, too. I ’ll leave with you a eleven.”
Winsor and Hugh entered the dormitory anc climbed the stairs. Allen’s door was open, and sev eral undergraduates were lolling around the room smoking and chatting. They welcomed the new comers with shouts of “Hi, Hugh,” and “Hi George.”
Allen had a large round table in the center o
