Sartan disposed of another quarter. They waited. Lemon. Plum. Plum.
Nothing.
Toryl inspected the machine from every angle, like a man on the outside trying to figure a way in. "Let me try it."
He put a quarter in the slot.
Three lemons.
"It isn't very interesting, is it?" thought Sartan.
"Why don't we try the larger pieces?"
"A splendid idea, Brother."
The larger coins did not fit. Toryl proceeded to report this sad state of affairs to Okie and was amazed when, for the eight large coins, Okie rewarded him with twenty-four smaller ones. He went back to his companion at the one-armed bandit.
They then dropped twenty consecutive quarters into the appropriately named machine without getting so much as a single quarter in return.