You've helped me, and
I can't let you do it for nothing."
"Then I can't do it at all. I'm discharged." Suddenly, however, a
humorous, eager look shot into Jowett's face. "Will you toss for it?" he
blurted out. "Certainly, if you like," was the reply.
"Heads I win, tails it's yours?"
"Good."
Ingolby took a silver dollar from his pocket, and tossed. It came down
tails. Ingolby had won.
"My corner lot against double the shares?" Jowett asked sharply, his face
flushed with eager pleasure. He was a born gambler.
"As you like," answered Ingolby with a smile. Ingolby tossed, and they
stooped over to look at the dollar on the floor. It had come up heads.
"You win," said Ingolby, and turning to the table, took out another
hundred shares. In a moment they were handed over.
"You're a wonder, Jowett," he said. "You risked a lot of money. Are you
satisfied?"
"You bet, Chief. I come by these shares honestly now."
He picked up the silver dollar from the floor, and was about to put it in
his pocket.
"Wait--that's my dollar," said Ingolby.
"By gracious, so it is!" said Jowett, and handed it over reluctantly.
Ingolby pocketed it with satisfaction.
Neither dwelt on the humour of the situation. They were only concerned
for the rules of the game, and both were gamesters in their way.
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