last five dollars and wagered it with a coldness that seemed to make sure
of loss, on a single number. The wheel spun, clicked; he did not even
watch, and was turning away when a sound of a little musical shower of
gold attracted him. Gold was being piled before him. Five times thirty-
six made one hundred and eighty dollars he had won! He came back to the
table, scooped up his winnings carelessly and bent a kinder eye upon the
wheel. He felt that there was a sort of friendly entente between them.

It was time to go now, however. He sauntered to the door with a guilty
chill in the small of his back, half expecting reproaches to be shouted
after him for leaving the game when he was so far ahead of it. But
apparently the machine which won without remorse lost without complaint.

At the door he made half a pace into the white heat of the sunlight. Then
he paused, a cool edging of shadow falling across one shoulder while the
heat burned through the shirt of the other. Why go on?

Across the street the man on the veranda of the hotel began laughing
again and pointing him out. Terry himself looked the fellow over in an
odd fashion, not with anger or with irritation, but with a sort of cold
calculation. The fellow was trim enough in the legs. But his shoulders
were fat from lack of work, and the bulge of flesh around the armpits
would probably make him slow in drawing a gun.

He shrugged his own lithe shoulders in contempt and turned. The man on
the stool behind the roulette wheel was yawning until his jaw muscles
stood out in hard, pointed ridges, and his cheeks fell in ridiculously.
Terry went back. He was not eager to win; but the gleam of colors on the
wheel fascinated him. He placed five dollars, saw the wheel win, took in
his winnings without emotion.