"I am to be your representative to-night.

You can return home to-morrow." "Throw, sir--throw," cried the young man, fiercely.
"Pardon, me," replied the knight; "the first cast is with you.

A single main decides it." "Be it so," returned Disbrowe, seizing the box.

And as he shook the dice with a frenzied air, the major and Lydyard drew near the table, and even Wyvil roused himself to watch the result.
"Twelve!" cried Disbrowe, as he removed the box.

"My honour is saved! My fortune retrieved--Huzza!" "Not so fast," returned Parravicin, shaking the box in his turn.