"That's rather steep."
"We get along faster—that's all. If I throw a nick, or a browner, it's mine; if an out, it's yours."
"I am agreed—throw away," replied Sanborn, without perceiving that the one who held the props had two chances to his one.
The props rattled, and dropped on the bed.
"A browner!" exclaimed Wilton, thereby winning all he had lost at one throw.
"Hush! don't talk so loud," interposed Adler. "You'll have the profs down upon us."
"I'll go you another five shillings on one throw," said Sanborn, chagrined at his loss.
"Put down your money."
The reckless young gambler put two half crowns, or five shillings, upon the bed, and Wilton shook again.
"A nick!" said he, seizing the two half crowns.