"Seems like old times back at Harvard." Ellis snorted with contempt.
"Such kids!" he growled.
"I saw one of the coaches go down the street a little while ago," continued Vandover, still watching Ellis shuffle and deal.

"There were about twenty college men on top, and they had a big bulldog all harnessed out in their colours, and they were blowing fish-horns, and I tell you it made me wish I was one of them again." Ellis did not answer; it was probable he did not hear.

Both he and the Dummy were settling down for a game that no doubt would last all the afternoon.

Vandover made them free of his room, and they often gambled there when he was away.

But it invariably made Ellis nervous to have any one stand behind his chair while he was playing; he began to move about uneasily.