“Is it a cent?” asked the detective.
“No—a dime.”
“Just as good. Throw it up to the ceiling, and if it comes down what you call yourself, I’ll join you.”
Serpent Sam tossed up the coin.
“Tails!” he called.
It struck the ceiling with a ting, and began to fall.
The detective’s revolver flashed, to the great surprise of all, for they were watching the coin.
Crack! bang! went the trusty barker twice in rapid order.
There was another ting at the further side of the room.
Sam went over there, and, after hunting a bit, picked up the dime.