Sartan gripped the handle of a vacant machine. "Do you think it might be a kind of intelligence test?"
In lieu of an answer Toryl focused his attention on a small card, above the machine, which gave the winning combinations.
"There is that term again."
"What term?"
"Gambling." Toryl pointed to a line on the card warning minors not to gamble. A look of perplexity fell upon his face. "I am no longer sure the term has anything to do with fraternizing," he observed mentally.
"Let us find out."
Sartan placed a quarter in the coin slot. The three little wheels went spinning. Cherry. Lemon. Lemon.
Nothing.
Toryl and Sartan looked at each other, their faces blanker than ever.
"Try it again."