The Sp.-F.M. I've a good mind to 'ave another try.
The Sm. Y.M. I wouldn't. You'll lose. I could see you on'y guessed the first time. (The Sp. F.M., however, extracts a shilling, stakes it—and loses.) There, I could ha' told you you was wrong—(To Joe)—couldn't you?
Joe. Yes, he art to ha' pricked moor to waun side of 'un. (The Sp.-F.M. stakes another florin.) Now he's done it, if ye like!
O.B.F. There, ye see, I'm as often wrong as not myself. (To the Sp.-F.M.) There's your four bob, Sir. Now, jest once more!
Joe (to Melia). I'll git the price o' that theer cup an' sarcer out of 'un, any'ow. (To O.B.F.) I'll ha' a tanner wi' ye!
O.B.F. 'Alf a soverin, if you like—it's all the same to me!
Joe (after pricking). I thart I 'ad 'un that time, too, I did!
The Sm. Y.M. You shouldn't ha' changed your mind—you were right enough afore!
Joe. Yes, I should ha' stuck to it. (To O.B.F.) I'll bet ye two bob on the next go—come!
O.B.F. Well, I don't like to say no, though I can see, plain enough, you know too much. (Joe pricks; O.B.F. pulls away the strip, and leaves the skewer outside.) I could ha' sworn you done me that time—but there ye are, ye see, there's never no tellin' at this game—and that's the charm on it!