"Enough! I bet! It is the snuff against the money. May my poor boys win!"
The sunny corner became active. Kimberly straightened up, and Francis began to talk to Sugar.
"Now tell me again," said Kimberly, "what this verse is."
"I say to him," explained Francis, "that the good soldier goes to war----"
"I understand; then you say, 'One, two, three!'"
"Exactly."
"When you say 'three,' he gets the lump?"
"Yes."
"But the first time you say the verse you stop at 'two.' Then you repeat the verse. If the dog takes the lump before you reach the end the second time and say 'three'----"
"You get the snuff!" Francis laid the box on the table beside Kimberly's bank-note.