“For George Burns,” was the reply.
The stick was laid with the first one, and a third held up.
“An' whose is this wan?”
“For myself,” said O'Brien.
With a quick movement, Sullivan threw the four sticks together. No one had seen.
“'Tis for yourself ye've drawn it,” Sullivan announced.
“A good deed,” several of the men muttered.
O'Brien was very quiet. He arose to his feet, took the bandage off, and looked around.
“Where is ut?” he demanded. “The short stick? The wan for me?”
The captain pointed to the four sticks lying on the deck.