"Better that they burn our boots than your purse," cried he.

Then throwing the cards on the floor, "The game shall cease, I say." "I will not be dictated to thus," retorted Eugene, in a rage.
Bolling buckled on his sword and laid his hand on the belt.

"I will talk to you to-morrow.

And now make your reckoning, gentlemen," said he; "we are going to break up." The counters were thrown on the table, the doctor counting.

Eugene gloomily took out his pocket-book, and entered into it the amount of his debt to each.