ten o'clock
He was a mere boy , with passionate aspirations to be considered a sport . He had been going a rapid gait for a year . He had lost to Scarborough alone as much as he had expected to spend on the year 's education . Toward ten o'clock there was a jack-pot with forty-three dollars in it and Brigham was betting wildly , his hands and his voice trembling , his lips shriveled . With a sudden gesture Chalmers caught the ends of the table and jerked it back . There -- in Brigham 's lap -- were two cards . `` I thought so ! ''