men," said the digger, placing the Knave of Clubs on
the table.

"The deuce!" exclaimed the florid man.

"Can't help you, partner," said the man with the gold tooth, playing a
low card.

"One trick," said the digger, and he put down the Knave of Spades.
"There's his mate."

"Right Bower, egad!" exclaimed the big man, who was evidently minus
trumps.

The pasty-faced American played the Ace of Spades without saying a word.

"A blanky march!" cried the digger. "Look-a-here. How's that for high?"
and he placed on the table his three remaining cards--the King, Queen,
and ten of trumps.

The other players showed their hands, which were full of red cards.

"Up, and one to spare," exclaimed the digger, and took the pool.

About fifty pounds, divided into three unequal piles, lay on the table,
and beside each player's money stood a glass.

The florid man was shuffling the pack, and the other two were arranging
their marking cards, when the door opened slowly, and the Father of
Timber Town, followed by Cathro and Scarlett, entered the room.

"Well, well. Hard at it, eh, Garsett?" said the genial old gentleman,
addressing himself to the Englishman. "Cut-throat euchre, by Jupiter! A
ruinous game, Mr. Lichfield,"--to the man with the gold tooth--"but your
opponent"--pointing with his stick to the digger--"seems to have all the
luck. Look at his pile, Cathro. Your digger friend, eh, Scarlett? Look
at his pile--the man's winning."

Scarlett nodded.

"He's in luck again," said Mr. Crewe; "in luck again, by all that's
mighty."

The pool was made up, the cards were dealt, and the game continued. The
nine of Hearts was the "turn-up" card.

"Pass," said Lichfield.

"Then I order you up," said the digger.

The burly Garsett drew a card from his "hand," placed it under the pack,
and said, "Go ahead. Hearts are trumps."

The gentleman with the gold tooth played the King of Hearts, the digger
a small trump, and Garsett his turn-up card.

"Ace of Spades," said Lichfield, playing that card.

"Trump," said the digger, as he put down the Queen of Hearts.

"Ace of trumps!" exclaimed Garsett, and took the trick.

"'Strewth!" cried the man from the "bush." "But let's see your next."

"You haven't a hope," said the big gambler. "Two to one in notes we
euchre you."

"Done," replied the digger, and he took a dirty one-pound bank-note from
his heap of money.

"Most exciting," exclaimed Mr. Crewe. "Quite spirited. The trum