"To-morrow I will send you a cask of my plum brandy." "No, you won't," returned his antagonist.
"Why not, pray ?" "Because to-morrow you shall hang." "Oh, no," replied Manasseh, lightly, "for that would require my personal presence, and I am needed elsewhere." The Wallachian continued to lose.

Finally, in his fury, he staked his last penny--"and your brothers' heads into the bargain!" he added, in desperation.
The other took him up and staked his own head in addition to the bundle of notes which he threw down nonchalantly before him.
They played, and again Manasseh won.

A man less bold of temperament might have thought to gain his enemies' good-will by leaving his winnings on the table.

But Manasseh knew better.

His opponents, angered by their losses, called him a robber, but still respected him.