"Not more'n five!" cut in Slim hotly.
"Shut up, Slim!" she commanded. "I'm running this here game; Phil, how many straight passes did you make?"
"Me? Oh, I dunno. Maybe—five."
"Five straight passes!" said the girl. "Five straight passes!"
"You heard me say it," growled big Phil Marvin.
All at once she laughed.
"Phil, give that two hundred back to Slim!"
It came like a bolt from the blue, this decision. Marvin hesitated, shook his head.
"Damned if I do. I don't back down. I won it square!"
"Listen to me," said the girl. Instead of threatening, as Terry expected, she had suddenly become conciliatory. She stepped close to him and dropped a slim hand on his burly shoulder. "Ain't Slim a pal of yours? You and him, ain't you stuck together through thick and thin? He thinks you didn't win that coin square. Is Slim's friendship worth two hundred to you, or ain't it? Besides, you ain't lying down to nobody. Why, you big squarehead, Phil, don't we all know that you'd fight a bull with your bare hands? Who'd call you yaller? We'd simply say you was square, Phil, and you know it."