"Match you, Joe," he says, "match you for five!"
But the Apostle is wary. He smiles benignly while he turns his face from temptation.
"No you don't," he says, "never again."
The Colonel slaps the coin down again, quite smartly.
"Just once, Joe," he wheedles; "just once, for luck!"
The Apostle strokes his chubby, child-like countenance with the tips of his fingers, still looking away—his eyes turned heavenward.
"I won't do it, I tell you. No, now go on away. I told you yesterday I wouldn't match you again—ever."
"Just once, Joe—just this one time."
"I won't do it."
The Apostle's attitude is still resolute, but there is a note of weakening in his voice and his hand is working almost imperceptibly toward his pocket.