Again, again, and again the dice rolled.

And now there were pieces of gold among the silver that covered the square of the five.
The other two looked askance at him, and the owner of the game growled: "Gimme room for the coins, stranger, will you ?" Pierre picked up his winnings.

In his left hand he held them, and the coins brimmed his cupped palm.

With the free hand he placed his new wagers.

But he lost now.
"I cannot win forever," thought Pierre, and redoubled his bets in an effort to regain the lost ground.
Still his little fortune dwindled, till the sweat came out on his forehead and the blood that had flushed his face ran back and left him pale with dread.