"The bank has won immensely," said he; "but I leave off; I have made enough." Again a storm arose among the officers.

"I will hold the bank," cried Eugene; "give me your cash, Wohlfart." The doctor protested, but at length gave in, thinking, "Perhaps he'll have a run of luck as banker; one must not refuse a man a chance of compensation." Anton took some bank-notes out of his pocket, and laid them down before Eugene, but he himself played no more.

He sat there sadly, and looked at his friend, who, heated by wine and fever, stared fixedly at the cards of the players.

Deal succeeded deal, and Eugene lost all he had before him.

The officers glanced at each other in amazement.
"I too propose that we leave off," said Bolling; "we will give you your revenge another time." "I will have it to-day," cried Eugene, springing up and shutting the door.