And standing by one of the tables, a frown on his freckled face, Robert
also saw the man, Boucher.
CHAPTER XII
THE HUNTER AND THE BRAVO
Robert turned away, not wishing to meet Boucher again, as he felt that
the man would say something provocative, and, standing on one side with
de Courcelles, he watched the players. The air was heated, and the faces
of the men were strained and eager. It was all unwholesome to the last
degree, and he felt repulsion, yet it held him for the time with a
fascination due to curiosity. He saw Boucher begin to play and as the
latter held his cards, noticed again his thick and strong, but supple
wrists. Uncommon wrists they were, and Robert knew that an uncommon
amount of power was stored in them.
Bigot presently observed Robert, and asked him to play, but the lad
declined, and he was brave enough to say that he never played. Bigot
laughed and shook his head.
"Ah, you Puritan Bostonnais!" he said; "you'll never learn how to live."
Then he went back to his game.
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