He laid down twenty-five francs, and with that he won.
It was the turning-point.

From that moment it seemed he could not do wrong.

Stake after stake he won, either with his own money, or Crowther's; and finally left the table in triumph with full pockets.
A good many watched him enviously as he went.

He refused to try his luck elsewhere, but went arrogantly away with his hand through Crowther's arm.
"He'll come back to-morrow," observed a shrewd American.

"And the next day, and the next.