“What shall it be?” asked the digger.
“‘Kitty,’” answered Tresco. “A pound a throw, best of three.”
“I’m agreeable,” said the digger.
“Throw for first ‘go,’” said Tresco.
The digger nodded, took the dice, and threw “eight.”
The goldsmith followed with six, and said, “You go first.”
The Prospector put three pounds in the centre of the table beside Tresco’s stake, and began to play. His highest throw was ten. Tresco’s was nine, and the digger took the pool.
“Well, you got me there,” said the goldsmith. “We’ll have another ‘go.’”
Again the pool was made up, and this time Tresco threw first. His highest throw was “eleven,” which the digger failed to beat.
“She’s mine: come to me, my dear.” Taking the pool, the goldsmith added, “We’re quits, but should this sort of thing continue, I have a remedy—double every alternate ‘Kitty.’”