"Now, gentlemen," said Pembroke, "none of this talk, by your leave. The
odds are fairer here than they were at Killiecrankie's battle, and 'tis
all of us against the Scotch again. We English stand together, but we
stand to-night only against this threat of the ultimate fortune of the
cards. Moreover, here comes the supper, and if I mistake not, also the
brother of our friend."

Will bowed to one and the other gentlemen, unconsciously drifting toward
his brother's chair.

"Now we must to business," cried Castleton, as the dishes were at last
cleared away. "Show him thy talisman, Pem, and let him kiss his jewel
good by."

Pembroke threw upon the table once more the moccasin of the Indian girl.
John Law picked it up and examined it long and curiously, asking again
and again searching questions regarding its origin.

"I have read of this new land of America," said he. "Some day it will be
more prominent in all plans."

He laid down the slipper and mused for a moment, apparently forgetful of
the scene about him.

"Perhaps," cried Castleton, the zeal of the gambler now showing in his
eye. "But let us make play here to-night. Let Pembroke bank. His luck is
best to win this vaunter's stake."

Pembroke dealt the cards about for the first round. The queen fell. John