He straightened himself, with a smile, and I heard Jeremy Sparrow behind me groan; but my bowl too kissed the jack.

The crowd began to laugh with sheer delight, but my lord turned red and his brows drew together.

We had but one turn more.

While we waited, I marked his black eyes studying every inch of the ground between him and that small white ball, to strike which, at that moment, I verily believe he would have given the King's favor.

All men pray, though they pray not to the same god.