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then the third by many balls, he could not conceal his 

 astonishment, while I was still more bewildered at his 

 infatuation in continuing a game at which he had 

 not a 100 to I chance. At last my post-horses were 

 ready, and I had to proceed northward, so I bade 

 good-bye to my hospitable entertainer, pocketed my 

 winnings, and tumbled into my ramshackle post-cart — 

 called in Hindustanne a dmif^ garee — on most excellent 

 terms with myself. The proceedings of that pleasant 

 afternoon which I spent at Jullundur, were for a long 

 time a puzzle to me, until Captain Maxwell explained 

 what fun they had out of Mr. Brooke for his vir- 

 tuous attempt to teach me a lesson for my supposed 

 sharpness. I must add, in justice to Mr. Brooke, that 

 he was a grand sportsman and generous fellow, without 

 a particle of guile in his composition, which fact made 

 the story all the more ridiculous. 



