In spite of his bad luck, however, Rouleau continued to bet eagerly and recklessly, until Ranald, who hated to see the young lumberman losing his season's wages, suggested that the game come to an end.
"The night is early," said the lieutenant, "but if you have had enough," he said, bowing to LeNoir and Rouleau.
"Non!" exclaimed Rouleau, "the fortune will to me encore.

We mak it de two-dollar to play.

Dat will brak de luck." "I think you ought to stop it," said Harry.
But the demon of play had taken full possession of both Rouleau and the lieutenant and they were not to be denied.

Rouleau took from his pocket a roll of bills and counted them.
"Fifty dollars," he cried.

"Bon! I play him, me!" The others deposited a like sum before them, and the game proceeded.
The deal was De Lacy's.