"Thank you ex-ceed-ing-ly," said Sartan.
Okie arbitrarily judged the gold piece to be worth ten dollars. "The management invites you to try your luck, gentlemen. Go on give it a whirl."
Toryl and Sartan wore blank expressions as Okie slapped seven dollars and fifty cents change on the bar—four silver dollars, four half-dollars and six quarters.
"Don't be bashful, gentlemen. Okie's machines are friendly to one and all," said the barkeep.
Toryl removed the change and gave his companion two silver dollars, two half-dollars and three quarters.
"What is the purpose of the machines?" thought Sartan as they approached the one-armed bandits.
"I suppose that is what the one called Okie wishes us to learn."
"Perhaps it is some type of registration machine."
"It is doubtful. The gentleman you disturbed has been at the same machine since we arrived."