“Mindthere’snoholdinghimup！”shoutedanother。
“I’mforDolohov！”shoutedathird。“Holdthestakes，Kuragin。”
“Isay，letMishkabe，we’rebetting。”
“Allatagoorthewager’slost！”criedafourth。
“Yakov，giveusabottle，Yakov！”shoutedAnatolehimself，atall，handsomefellow，standinginthemiddleoftheroom，innothingbutathinshirt，openoverhischest。“Stop，gentlemen。Hereheis，here’sPetrusha，thedearfellow。”HeturnedtoPierre。