Dollar by dollar the bet was raised till at last Rouleau joyously gathered his last chips, raised the bet once more by the limit, exclaiming, as he did so, "Alas! dere ees no more!" He had played his season's wages that night, but now he would recover all.
De Lacy, whose coolness was undisturbed, though his face showed signs of his many brandy-and-sodas, covered the bet.
"Hola!" exclaimed Rouleau in triumph.

"Eet ees to me!" He threw down his cards and reached for the pile.
"Excuse me," said the lieutenant, quietly looking at Rouleau's cards.
"Ah, a straight flush, queen high." Coolly he laid his cards on the table.

"Thought you might have had the ace," he said, languidly, leaning back in his chair.

He, too, held a straight flush, but with the king.
Rouleau gazed thunderstruck.
"Mort Dieu!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"The deal was from you." "Mine," said De Lacy, quietly, looking up at the excited Frenchman.
"Ah," cried Rouleau, beside himself.