A frown came on the florid countenance of the young officer.

The pile of tokens and currency before him lessened steadily.

At last, in fact, he began to show uneasiness.

He thrust a hand into a pocket where supplies seemed to have grown scarce.

There is small mercy in a game of poker hard played, but at least one of his opponents caught some such signal of distress.
Dunwody looked up from his own last hand.
"Don't leave us just yet, friend," he said.