"Mr. Jacobs!" he said, with surprise in his tones. "Do you wish to
see me?"

"No, sir; I wish to see Mr. Green," and with a quick, firm
pressure against the door, he pushed it wide open. The same party
was there that I had seen on the night before,--Green, young
Hammond, Judge Lyman, and Slade. On the table at which the three
former were sitting, were cards, slips of paper, an ink-stand and
pens, and a pile of bank-notes. On a side-table, or, rather,
butler's tray, were bottles, decanters, and glasses.

"Judge Lyman! Is it possible?" exclaimed Mr. Jacobs, the name of
my companion. "I did not expect to find you here."

Green instantly swept his hands over the table to secure the money
and bills it contained; but, ere he had accomplished his purpose,
young Hammond grappled three or four narrow strips of paper, and
hastily tore them into shreds.

"You're a cheating scoundrel!" cried Green, fiercely, thrusting
his hand into his bosom as if to draw from thence a weapon; but
the words were scarcely uttered, ere Hammond sprung upon him with
the fierceness of a tiger, bearing him down upon the floor. Both
hands were already about the gambler's neck, and, ere the
bewildered spectators could interfere, and drag him off. Green was
purple in the face, and nearly strangled.

"Call me a cheating scoundrel!" said Hammond, foaming at the
mouth, as he spoke,--"Me, whom you have followed like a thirsty