"Not one of you shall stir.

Keep your places and play; here is money." He threw a bundle of matches on the table.

"Every match stands for a dollar; no stake under.

I will pay to-morrow." The game went on; Eugene continued to lose; the matches were scattered in all directions, as by some secret spell.

Eugene got another bundle, exclaiming wildly, "We'll reckon when we separate." Bolling rose and stamped with his chair.
"Whoever leaves the room is a scoundrel!" cried Eugene.
"You are a fool!" said the other, angrily.