Often did he refuse to take toll of Harry or Mr.Sims when opportunity offered, but never once did he allow the lieutenant to escape.
"You flatter me," said the lieutenant, sarcastically, as Ranald's purpose became increasingly clear.
"I will have from you all you have won," replied Ranald, in a tone of such settled resolve that it seemed as if nothing could prevent the accomplishment of his purpose.

In vain the lieutenant sought to brace his nerves with his brandy-and-sodas.

He played now recklessly and again with over-caution, while Ranald, taking advantage of every slip and every sign of weakness, followed him with relentless determination.
With such stakes the game was soon over.

It was not long before the lieutenant was stripped of his hundred, while Harry and Mr.Sims had each lost smaller amounts.
"You will try another hundred ?" said the lieutenant, burning to get revenge.
Without a word Ranald laid down his hundred; the others did likewise, and once more the game proceeded.

There was no change in Ranald's play.
Thorough knowledge of the game, absolute self-command, an instinctive reading of his opponent's mind, and unswerving purpose soon brought about the only result possible.