Smith (picking up box). That’s the way we does it. Ten to one and no takers!
Brodie. Deuces again! More liquor, Mother Clarke!
Smith. Hooray, our side! (Pouring out.) George and his pal for ever!
Brodie. Deuces again, by heaven! Another?
Rivers. Done!
Brodie. Ten more; money’s made to go. On with you!
Rivers. Sixes.
Brodie. Deuce-ace. Death and judgment! Double or quits?
Rivers. Drive on! Sixes.
Smith. Fire away, brave boys. (To Moore.) It’s Tally-ho-the-Grinder, Hump!