“One thousand and fifty!” “Two thousand!” All the gentlemen present in the tent had risen and stood round the two players, who, their cards concealed in their hands, watched each other with sharp glances. Hermann Heideck, who had stepped behind Irwin, noticed on the right hand of the Captain a magnificent diamond ring. But he also perceived, by the way the bright sparkle of the stone quivered, how the gambler’s fingers trembled. Captain McGregor turned to his companions. “I take the gentlemen to witness that I have advised my comrade Irwin not to see me at six hundred.” “To the devil with your advice!” Irwin interrupted almost furiously. “Am I a boy? Will you see me at two thousand, McGregor, or will you not?” “Very well, since you insist upon it--three thousand.” “Five thousand.” “Five thousand five hundred.” “Ten thousand.” One of the higher officers, Major Robertson, laid his hand lightly upon the shoulder of the rash gambler. “That is too much, Irwin. I do not care to interfere in these things, and since you do not belong to my regiment, I can only speak to you as a comrade, not as a superior. But I am afraid you will be in difficulties if you lose.” Angrily the Captain fired up-- “What do you mean by that, sir? If your words are intended to express a doubt as to my solvency--” “Well! well--I did not mean to offend you. After all, you must know best yourself what you are justified in doing.” Irwin repeated with a defiant air-- “Ten thousand! I am waiting for your answer, McGregor.” The adversary remained as calm as before. “Ten thousand five hundred.” “Twenty thousand!” “Are you drunk, Irwin?” whispered the young Lieutenant Temple into the Captain’s ear, from the other side. But he only glanced round with a furious look. “Not more than you. Leave me alone, if you please.” “Twenty-one thousand,” came the calm response from the other side of the table. A short, awkward pause followed. Captain Irwin nervously gnawed his small dark moustache. Then he raised his slim figure and called out-- “Fifty thousand!” Once more the Major considered it his duty to endeavour to stop the game. “I object,” he said. “It has been always a rule that the pool cannot be raised by more than a thousand rupees at a time. This limit has long since been passed.” A rude, hoarse laugh escaped Irwin’s lips. “It appears you want to save me, Major. But I am not in need of any saviour. If I lose I pay, and I don’t understand why the gentlemen are so concerned on my behalf.”