Part 18 (1/2)

”Consecutive,” said the digger. ”It avoids a s.h.i.+ndy, and is more straightfor'ard.”

A pool of 20 was thus made up, and the play continued.

The innocent youth who answered to the name of William stood behind Tresco's chair and winked at Garstang, whose loosely-made mouth twitched with merriment.

”Don't be rash, Dolly,” remarked Young William to the man with the hideous neck, who held the dice box. ”Think of your wife an' kids in Sydney before you make yer throw. You're spoilin' my morals.”

”Go outside, and grow virtuous in the pa.s.sage.” Dolphin made his throws, which totalled twenty-six.

Tresco followed with eighteen. The digger's and Carnac's chances still remained.

So lucky on the diggings, so unlucky in town, Bill the Prospector took the box with a slightly trembling hand and rattled the dice. His first throw was twelve, his second eleven. ”Even money I beat you,” he said to Dolphin.

”Garn,” replied that polite worthy. ”What yer givin' us? D'you take me for a flat?”

The digger threw, and his score totalled thirty.

”P'r'aps, mister,” he said, turning to Carnac, ”you'd like to take me up. Quid to quid you don't beat me.”

The glittering eyes fixed themselves on the digger. ”You're too generous, sir,” said the gentlemanly Carnac. ”Your score is hard to beat. Of course, I mean to try, but the odds are in your favour.”

”I'll make it two to one,” said the digger.

”Well, if you insist,” replied Carnac, ”I'll accommodate you.” He placed his pound upon the table, and made his first throw--ten.

”Shake 'er up, Carny,” cried Young William. ”I back you. No deception, gentlemen; a game which is nothing but luck.”

The suave gambler's next throw was eleven.

”An even pound you lose, mister,” said William to the digger.

”Done,” cried the Prospector. ”Put out the money.”

Carnac threw twelve, said, ”The little lady's mine,” and took the pool.

The digger handed two pounds to the winner and a pound note to Young William who, crumpling his money in his palm, said, ”Oysters for supper and a bottle of fizz--there'll be no end of a spree.”

The monotonous round of the game continued, till Tresco's borrowed money had dwindled to but five pounds, which was enough for but one more chance with the dice.

The Prospector had fared but little better. What with the money he had staked, and side bets on individual throws, his pile of money had been reduced to half.

”There ain't nothin' mean about me,” he said, ”but I'd be obliged if some gen'leman would shout.”

Dolphin touched the bell, and said, ”I was beginning to feel that way myself.”

A very undersized young man, who had plastered his black hair carefully and limped with one leg, appeared, and said in a very shrill voice, ”Yes, gentlemen.”

”Who are you?” asked Dolphin.

”I'm the actin'-barman,” replied the young man, twirling the j.a.panned tray in his hands, and drawing himself up to his full height.