Uncle Abner
that; but what you won, you have forgotten! Reflect a little on it, Flornoy."
The man cursed, his face in anger.
"Does it matter, Abner, a thing great or small? It is all mine to-day!"
"But it was not all yours last night," said my uncle.
"What I won was mine," replied the man.
"Now, there," replied my uncle, "lies a point that I would amplify. One might win, but might not receive the thing one played for. One might claim it for one's own, and the loser might deny it. If the stake were great, the loser might undertake to repudiate the bargain. And how would one enforce it?"
The man put down his glass, leaned over and looked steadily at my uncle.
Abner slipped the silver hooks on the rosewood box, slowly, with his thumb and finger.
"I think," he said, "that if the gentleman you have in mind won, and were met with a refusal, he would undertake to enforce his claim, not in the courts or by any legal writ, but by the methods which gentlemen such as you have in mind are accustomed to invoke."
He opened the box and took out two pistols of the time. Then his faced clouded with perplexity. Both weapons were clean and loaded.
The man, propping his wonderful face in the hollow of his hand, laughed. He had the face and the laughter of the angels cast out with Satan, when in
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