The Tale of Timber Town Part 18

"Consecutive," said the digger. "It avoids a s.h.i.+ndy, and is more straightfor'ard."

A pool of 20 was thus made up, and the play continued.

The innocent youth who answered to the name of William stood behind Tresco's chair and winked at Garstang, whose loosely-made mouth twitched with merriment.

"Don't be rash, Dolly," remarked Young William to the man with the hideous neck, who held the dice box. "Think of your wife an' kids in Sydney before you make yer throw. You're spoilin' my morals."

"Go outside, and grow virtuous in the pa.s.sage." Dolphin made his throws, which totalled twenty-six.

Tresco followed with eighteen. The digger's and Carnac's chances still remained.

So lucky on the diggings, so unlucky in town, Bill the Prospector took the box with a slightly trembling hand and rattled the dice. His first throw was twelve, his second eleven. "Even money I beat you," he said to Dolphin.

"Garn," replied that polite worthy. "What yer givin' us? D'you take me for a flat?"

The digger threw, and his score totalled thirty.

"P'r'aps, mister," he said, turning to Carnac, "you'd like to take me up. Quid to quid you don't beat me."

The glittering eyes fixed themselves on the digger. "You're too generous, sir," said the gentlemanly Carnac. "Your score is hard to beat. Of course, I mean to try, but the odds are in your favour."

"I'll make it two to one," said the digger.

"Well, if you insist," replied Carnac, "I'll accommodate you." He placed his pound upon the table, and made his first throw--ten.

"Shake 'er up, Carny," cried Young William. "I back you. No deception, gentlemen; a game which is nothing but luck."

The suave gambler's next throw was eleven.

"An even pound you lose, mister," said William to the digger.

"Done," cried the Prospector. "Put out the money."

Carnac threw twelve, said, "The little lady's mine," and took the pool.

The digger handed two pounds to the winner and a pound note to Young William who, crumpling his money in his palm, said, "Oysters for supper and a bottle of fizz--there'll be no end of a spree."

The monotonous round of the game continued, till Tresco's borrowed money had dwindled to but five pounds, which was enough for but one more chance with the dice.

The Prospector had fared but little better. What with the money he had staked, and side bets on individual throws, his pile of money had been reduced to half.

"There ain't nothin' mean about me," he said, "but I'd be obliged if some gen'leman would shout."

Dolphin touched the bell, and said, "I was beginning to feel that way myself."

A very undersized young man, who had plastered his black hair carefully and limped with one leg, appeared, and said in a very shrill voice, "Yes, gentlemen."

"Who are you?" asked Dolphin.

"I'm the actin'-barman," replied the young man, twirling the j.a.panned tray in his hands, and drawing himself up to his full height.

"I should call you the blanky rouseabout," said Dolphin. "We want the bar-maid."

"Miss Quintal says she ain't comin'," said the important youth. "To tell the truth, she's a bit huffed with the 'ole lot of yer. What's your orders, gents?"

He had hardly got the words out of his mouth, when Young William rushed him from the room and along the pa.s.sage.

Dolphin rang the bell, but no one came to the door till Young William himself reappeared.

"I guess we won't have no more trouble with that lot," said he. "I jammed 'im inter a cupboard under the stairs, along with the brooms an'

dustpans. 'Ere's the key. I'll take your orders meself, gentlemen."

"Where's the lovely bar-maid?" asked Dolphin.

"She's that took up with a gent that's got a cast in his eye and a red mustache," replied William, "that she's got no time fer this crowd.

What's yours, Garstang? Look slippy. Don't keep me all night."

The men named their liquors, and Young William, taking three s.h.i.+llings from Dolphin, returned to the bar.

He was rather a long time away, and when he reappeared Carnac remarked, "You've been deuced slow over it--you'll have to be sharper than that, if you want to be waiter in a hotel, my Sweet William."

"You're all very small potatoes in this room, you're no cla.s.s--you're not in it with wall-eyed blokes. Here's yer drinks."

He went round the table, and carefully placed each individual's gla.s.s at his elbow; and the game continued.

The pool fell to Carnac, and all Tresco's money was gone.

"Here's luck," said the Prospector, lifting his gla.s.s to Dolphin; and when he had drunk he put his stake in the middle of the table.

Carnac rattled the dice-box. "h.e.l.lo!" he said. "Kitty is short by five pounds. Who's the defaulter?"

"Me, I'm afraid, gentlemen," said Tresco. "I'm cleaned out. 'Case of stone-broke."

"What's this?" exclaimed the digger. "You ain't got a stiver left? Well, there ain't nothing mean about me--here y'are." He roughly divided his money, and pushed one-half across the table to Tresco.

"Hear, hear!" cried Carnac, clapping his hands.

"'Ere, 'ere!" echoed Sweet William. "Very 'an'some, most magnanimous."

Benjamin reached out his hand for the money, and in so doing overturned his gla.s.s, which broke into s.h.i.+vers on the floor.

"Good liquor spilt," he remarked as he counted the money and drew another IOU for the amount loaned, which was sixty-seven pounds.

The play proceeded. "Here's to you," said Dolphin, as he drank to Tresco. "Better luck--you deserve it."

The digger was filled with the gambler's fever. His eyes were wild, his face was hot; he drained his gla.s.s at a draught, and drummed the table with his fingers.

"Neck or nothin', Tresco," he said. "Make it ten pound a corner, and let's blanky well bust or win. Win, I say--double the stakes, and see if that'll change our luck."