"Let'm roll!" "T-click-i-lick-i-lick, ah, phoebe!" "Throwed five!" "Um-m-m-m-m!" "T-click-i-lick-lick! a-ha dice!" "Throwed seben!" "Jes' look ut dat fool nigga, good Gawd!" "Sech luck, sech luck, sech luck!" "Shoot it all!" "Fate dis nickel," begged a loser, with a whimper. "Trow it out d' windu' shine!" "Now watch dis 'leben!" cried the guy with the luck. "Aw, Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy, jes' look ut dat nigga agin!" "Nigga, dem dice yu' shootin' uz sho God crooket!" "Shoot it all!" Five dollars was the size of the pot now. It was like five hundred to the eyes that now saw it. "Whu, whu, whu!" He blew on them; while with murder in their eyes, the losers watched. "I'll take it," said Glenview calmly. He placed a five dollar bill over the amount that lay upon the table. Several had now gone broke, while others declared silently, that he was a hoo-doo, and feared to risk him. Several little bets were made on the side, but no one was willing to risk much against such luck as he had displayed. "Now, Anne Jane, bring home du' bacin!" he cried, as he let them bounce on the table. It seemed an age to the lookers before they stopped somewhat to the far side. A six and a five. Eleven. He had won again. There was no comment now. Every one was silent, and surveyed him, as if he were the clouds. "Shoot it all," he cried again. A bit of muttering went the rounds before any one ventured to cover it. "'E cain' keep ut up, 'e cain' keep ut up," declared one who held only three dollars out of a ten dollar bill a few minutes before. He threw a dollar viciously toward him. After much parley, others joined; John Moore saw Murphy's back, eased a dollar from the cuts, and added it to the pool. Twenty dollars was now the stake, and it was like a million to those that saw it. The winner now uncoated himself. He had on nothing beneath the coat but an undershirt. He flung his hat in the corner, revealing a little sharp head, shaven clean and upon which the light dazzled like a smoked opal. As Wyeth observed him, he was reminded of an ape, if he had ever seen one. He took plenty of time, as though anticipating something. Rolling up his sleeve, he exposed a pair of sinewy arms that made the crowd exchange glances. Sidney was standing near the window. At this moment he happened to look out. From up the street came a sound of merry rollicking. No other appeared to hear.