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“It is my own；” answered Wildeve haughtily。 “It is my wife’s； and what is hers is mine。”
“Very well； let’s make a beginning。” He shook the box； and threw eight； ten； and nine； the three casts amounted to twenty…seven。
This encouraged Wildeve。 He took the box； and his three casts amounted to forty…five。
Down went another of the reddleman’s sovereigns against his first one which Wildeve laid。 This time Wildeve threw fifty…one points； but no pair。 The reddleman looked grim； threw a raffle of aces； and pocketed the stakes。
“Here you are again；” said Wildeve contemptuously。 “Double the stakes。” He laid two of Thomasin’s guineas； and the reddleman his two pounds。 Venn won again。 New stakes were laid on the stone； and the gamblers proceeded as before。
Wildeve was a nervous and excitable man； and the game was beginning to tell upon his temper。 He writhed； fumed； shifted his seat； and the beating of his heart was almost audible。 Venn sat with lips impassively closed and eyes reduced to a pair of unimportant twinkles； he scarcely appeared to breathe。 He might have been an Arab； or an automaton； he would have been like a red sandstone statue but for the motion of his arm with the dice…box。
The game fluctuated； now in favour of one； now in favour of the other； without any great advantage on the side of either。 Nearly twenty minutes were passed thus。 The light of the candle had by this time attracted heath…flies； moths； and other winged creatures of night； which floated round the lantern； flew into the flame； or beat about the faces of the two players。
But neither of the men paid much attention to these things； their eyes being concentrated upon the little flat stone； which to them was an arena vast and important as a battlefield。 By this time a change had e over the game； the reddleman won continually。 At length sixty guineas—Thomasin’s fifty； and ten of Clym’s—had passed into his hands。 Wildeve was reckless； frantic； exasperated。
“’Won back his coat；’” said Venn slily。
Another throw； and the money went the same way。
“’Won back his hat；’” continued Venn。
“Oh； oh！” said Wildeve。
“’Won back his watch； won back his money； and went out of the door a rich man；’” added Venn sentence by sentence； as stake after stake passed over to him。
“Five more！” shouted Wildeve； dashing down the money。
“And three casts be hanged—one shall decide。”
The red automaton opposite lapsed into silence； nodded； and followed his example。 Wildeve rattled the box； and threw a pair of sixes and five points。 He clapped his hands； “I have done it this time—hurrah！”
“There are two playing； and only one has thrown；” said the reddleman； quietly bringing down the box。 The eyes of each were then so intently converged upon the stone that one could fancy their beams were visible； like rays in a fog。
Venn lifted the box； and behold a triplet of sixes was disclosed。
Wildeve was full of fury。 While the reddleman was grasping the stakes Wildeve seized the dice and hurled them； box and all； into the darkness； uttering a fearful imprecation。 Then he arose and began stamping up and down like a madman。
“It is all over； then？” said Venn。
“No； no！” cried Wildeve。 “I mean to have another chance yet。
I must！”
“But； my good man； what have you done with the dice？”
“I threw them away—it was a momentary irritation。 What a fool I am！ Here—e and help me to look for them—we must find them again。”
Wildeve snatched up the lantern and began anxiously prowling among the furze and fern。
“You are not likely to find them there；” said Venn； following。 “What did you do such a crazy thing as that for？ Here’s the box。 The dice can’t be far off。”
Wildeve turned the light eagerly upon the spot where Venn had found the box； and mauled the herbage right and left。 In the course of a few minutes one of the dice was found。 They searched on for some time； but no other was to be seen。
“Never mind；” said Wildeve； “let’s play with one。”
“Agreed；” said Venn。
Down they sat again； and remenced with single guinea stakes； and the play went on smartly。 But Fortune had unmistakably fallen in love with the reddleman tonight。 He won steadily； till he was the owner of fourteen more of the gold pieces。 Seventy…nine of the hundred guineas were his； Wildeve possessing only twenty…one。 The aspect of the two opponents was now singular。 Apart from motions； a plete diorama of the fluctuations of the game went on in their eyes。 A diminutive candle…flame was mirrored in each pupil； and it would have been possible to distinguish therein between the moods of hope and the moods of abandonment； even as regards the reddleman； though his facial muscles betrayed nothing at all。 Wildeve played on with the recklessness of despair。
“What’s that？” he suddenly exclaimed； hearing a rustle； and they both looked up。
They were surrounded by dusky forms between four and five feet high； standing a few paces beyond the rays of the lantern。 A moment’s inspection revealed that the encircling figures were heath…croppers； their heads being all towards the players； at whom they gazed intently。
“Hoosh！” said Wildeve； and the whole forty or fifty animals at once turned and galloped away。 Play was again resumed。
Ten minutes passed away。 Then a large death’s head moth advanced from the obscure outer air； wheeled twice round the lantern； flew straight at the candle； and extinguished it by the force of the blow。 Wildeve had just thrown； but had not lifted the box to see what he had cast； and now it was impossible。
“What the infernal！” he shrieked。 “Now； what shall we do？ Perhaps I have thrown six—have you any matches？”
“None；” said Venn。
“Christian had some—I wonder where he is。 Christian！”
But there was no reply to Wildeve’s shout； save a mournful whining from the herons which were nesting lower down the vale。 Both men looked blankly round without rising。 As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness they perceived faint greenish points of light among the grass and fern。 These lights dotted the hillside like stars of a low magnitude。
“Ah—glowworms；” said Wildeve。 “Wait a minute。
We can continue the game。”
Venn sat still； and his panion went hither and thither till he had gathered thirteen glowworms—as many as he could find in a space of four or five minutes—upon a fox…glove leaf which he pulled for the purpose。 The reddleman vented a low humorous laugh when he saw his adversary return with these。 “Determined to go on； then？” he said drily。
“I always am！” said Wildeve angrily。 And shaking the glowworms from the leaf he ranged them with a trembling hand in a circle on the stone； leaving a space in the middle for the descent of the dice…box； over which the thirteen tiny lamps threw a pale phosphoric shine。 The game was again renewed。 It happened to be that season of the year at which glowworms put forth their greatest brilliancy； and the light they yielded was more than ample for the purpose； since it is possible on such nights to read the handwriting of a letter by the light of two or three。
The incongruity between the men’s deeds and their environment was great。 Amid the soft juicy vegetation of the hollow in which they sat； the motionless and the uninhabited solitude； intruded the chink of guineas； the rattle of dice； the exclamations of the reckless players。
Wildeve had lifted the box as soon as the lights were obtained； and the solitary die proclaimed that the game was still against him。
“I won’t play any more—you’ve been tampering with the dice；” he shouted。
“How—when they were your own？” said the reddleman。
“We’ll change the game： the lowest point shall win the stake—it may cut off my ill luck。 Do you refuse？”
“No—go on；” said Venn。
“O； there they are again—damn them！” cried Wildeve； looking up。 The heath…croppers had returned noiselessly； and were looking on with erect heads just as before； their timid eyes fixed upon the scene； as if they were wondering what mankind and candlelight could have to do in these haunts at this untoward hour。
“What a plague those creatures are—staring at me so！” he said； and flung a stone； which s