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Though confounded with what I had seen of the proceedings of Kingsley,

I was yet willing to promote, so far as I could, the purpose for

which we came. I felt too, that, unless I played, that purpose,

or my own, might reasonably incur suspicion. To rove through the

several rooms of a gambling-house, surveying closely the proceedings

of others, without partaking, in however slight a degree, in the

common business of the establishment, was neither good policy nor

good manners. Unless there to play, what business had I there?

Accordingly I resolved to play. But of these games I knew nothing.

It was necessary to choose among them, and, without a choice I

turned to one of the tables where the genius of Roulette presided.

A motley group, none of whom I knew, surrounded it. I placed my

dollar upon one of the spots, red or black, I know not which, and

saw it, in a moment after, spooned up with twenty others by the

banker. I preferred this form of play to any other, for the simple

reason that it did not task my own faculties, and left me free

to bestow my glances on the proceedings of my friend. But I soon

discovered that the contagion of play is irresistible; and so

far from putting my stake down at intervals, and with philosophic

indifference, I found myself, after a little while, breathlessly

eager in the results. These, after the first few turns of the machine,

had ceased to be unfavorable. I was confounded to discover myself

winning. Instead of one I put down two Mexicans.

"Put down ten," said one of the bystanders, a dark, sulky-looking

little yellow man, who seemed a veteran at these places. "You are

in luck--make the most of it."

The master of the ceremonies scowled upon the speaker; and this

determined me to obey his suggestions. I did so, and doubled the

money; left my original stake and the winnings on the same spot, and

doubled that also; and it was not long before, under this stimulus

of success, and the novelty of my situation, I found myself as

thoroughly anxious and intensely interested, as if I had gone to

the place in compliance with a natural passion. I know not how

long I had continued in this way, but I was still fortunate. I

had doubled my stakes repeatedly, and my pockets were crammed with

money.

"Stop now, if you are wise," whispered the same sulky-looking little

man who had before urged me to go on more boldly, as he sidled along

by me for this object; "never ride a good horse to death. There's

a time to stop just as there's a time to push. You had better stop

now. Stake another dollar and you lose all your winnings."

"Let the gentleman play his own game, Brinckoff. I don't see why

you come here to spoil sport."