Why, he tells me his father allows him eight dollars a week for spending money.

If I manage well, I can get more than half away from his in bets." The next day James called for Mark, as agreed upon, and again the two boys went to the billiard saloon.

The performance of the day before was repeated.
James Carson, while flattering Mark's poor play, managed to beat in every game but one on which money was staked, and came out the richer by a dollar and a half.
"I am very unlucky," grumbled Mark, in a tone of dissatisfaction.
"So you were, Mark," admitted his sympathizing friend.

"You made some capital shots, though, and if I hadn't been so lucky, you would have come out the victor in every game." "But I didn't." "No, you didn't; but you can't have such beastly luck all the time." "I guess I'd better give up billiards.

In two days I have spent five dollars.