“Straight poker dice,” Hutchinson answered. “Go on and roll them out.”
Pentfield swept the dishes from the table with a crash and rolled out the five dice. Both looked tragedy. The shake was without a pair and five-spot high.
“A stiff!” Pentfield groaned.
After much deliberating Pentfield picked up all the five dice and put them in the box.
“I’d shake to the five if I were you,” Hutchinson suggested.
“No, you wouldn’t, not when you see this,” Pentfield replied, shaking out the dice.
Again they were without a pair, running this time in unbroken sequence from two to six.
“A second stiff!” he groaned. “No use your shaking, Corry. You can’t lose.”
The other man gathered up the dice without a word, rattled them, rolled them out on the table with a flourish, and saw that he had likewise shaken a six-high stiff.
“Tied you, anyway, but I’ll have to do better than that,” he said, gathering in four of them and shaking to the six. “And here’s what beats you!”