Eighty on thirty.

Twenty on nine.

Fifty on twenty-four." He was following a system of his own, and in obedience Aileen's white, plump arm reached here and there while the spectators paused, realizing that heavier playing was being done by this pair than by any one else.

Lynde was plunging for effect.

He lost a thousand and fifty dollars at one clip.
"Oh, all that good money!" exclaimed Aileen, mock-pathetically, as the croupier raked it in.
"Never mind, we'll get it back," exclaimed Lynde, throwing two one-thousand-dollar bills to the cashier.