Young Darlington was loser at first, but, after a time, regained his losses and made some advance on his fellow-player.

Hours passed in playing and drinking; and finally, Darlington, whose good fortune did not continue, parted with every sixpence.
"Lend me a dollar," said he as the last game went against him.
The dollar was lent, and the playing renewed.

Thus it went on, hour after hour, neither of the young men stopping to eat any thing, though both drank too frequently.

At last, Darlington was ten dollars in debt to Barling, who, on being asked for another loan, declined any further advances.

Stung by the refusal, Henry said to him, rising as he spoke-- "Do you mean by this that you are afraid I will never return the money ?" "Oh, no," replied Barling.