Chapter 12—The Fifth Player
“Ah! dear Lizzie, what a fortunate—what a marvellous throw!” exclaimed the impetuous Jovita Foley.
She was entering the room without a thought, careless girl, of how she might disturb the patient, who perhaps was asleep.
Lizzie Wag was awake, looking very pale, and exchanging a few words with the good old lady seated near her bed.
As soon as the announcement was made by Tornbrock, Jovita Foley had left the Auditorium, leaving the crowd to its reflections and Hodge Urrican furious at not having profited by such a throw.
“And what is the number of points?” asked Lizzie Wag, half rising.
“Nine, my dear, nine by six and three—which takes us at a bound to the twenty-sixth square —”
“And that square?”
“State of Wisconsin. Milwaukee—two hours—two hours only by
