Once more he turned to Vandover, speaking over his shoulder, "Come on, come on, Van, go along to your football; you make me nervous standing there." Vandover pushed a ten-dollar gold-piece across the table to the Dummy, who was banking, and said: "Give me that in chips.

I'm coming in." "I thought you were going to the game ?" inquired Ellis.
"Ah, the devil!" answered Vandover.

"Too much rain." They had played without interruption all that afternoon, and for once Vandover had all the luck.

When they broke up about five o'clock with the understanding to meet again in the Imperial at seven, he had won nearly a hundred dollars.
When Vandover went out to keep this appointment he found the streets--especially Kearney and Market streets--crowded.

It was about half-past six.