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“
You
have
been
watching
us
from
behind
that
bush
?
”
said
Wildeve
.
The
reddleman
nodded
.
“
Down
with
your
stake
,
”
he
said
.
“
Or
haven
’
t
you
pluck
enough
to
go
on
?
”
Now
,
gambling
is
a
species
of
amusement
which
is
much
more
easily
begun
with
full
pockets
than
left
off
with
the
same
;
and
though
Wildeve
in
a
cooler
temper
might
have
prudently
declined
this
invitation
,
the
excitement
of
his
recent
success
carried
him
completely
away
.
He
placed
one
of
the
guineas
on
a
slab
beside
the
reddleman
’
s
sovereign
.
“
Mine
is
a
guinea
,
”
he
said
.
“
A
guinea
that
’
s
not
your
own
,
”
said
Venn
sarcastically
.
“
It
is
my
own
,
”
answered
Wildeve
haughtily
.
“
It
is
my
wife
’
s
,
and
what
is
hers
is
mine
.
”
“
Very
well
;
let
’
s
make
a
beginning
.
”
He
shook
the
box
,
and
threw
eight
,
ten
,
and
nine
;
the
three
casts
amounted
to
twenty
-
seven
.
This
encouraged
Wildeve
.
He
took
the
box
;
and
his
three
casts
amounted
to
forty
-
five
.
Down
went
another
of
the
reddleman
’
s
sovereigns
against
his
first
one
which
Wildeve
laid
.
This
time
Wildeve
threw
fifty
-
one
points
,
but
no
pair
.
The
reddleman
looked
grim
,
threw
a
raffle
of
aces
,
and
pocketed
the
stakes
.
“
Here
you
are
again
,
”
said
Wildeve
contemptuously
.
“
Double
the
stakes
.
”
He
laid
two
of
Thomasin
’
s
guineas
,
and
the
reddleman
his
two
pounds
.
Venn
won
again
.
New
stakes
were
laid
on
the
stone
,
and
the
gamblers
proceeded
as
before
.
Wildeve
was
a
nervous
and
excitable
man
,
and
the
game
was
beginning
to
tell
upon
his
temper
.
He
writhed
,
fumed
,
shifted
his
seat
,
and
the
beating
of
his
heart
was
almost
audible
.
Venn
sat
with
lips
impassively
closed
and
eyes
reduced
to
a
pair
of
unimportant
twinkles
;
he
scarcely
appeared
to
breathe
.
He
might
have
been
an
Arab
,
or
an
automaton
;
he
would
have
been
like
a
red
sandstone
statue
but
for
the
motion
of
his
arm
with
the
dice
-
box
.
