They stumbled outside, Bert carrying the quart of liquor, and went to their horses.
‘The ques’n is,’ propounded Spike, ‘what’ll we do?’
‘Sh-shall we flip a coin?’ asked Bert.
‘Tha’s fine. Heads we do—tails we don’t.’
Spike produced a piece of money and threw it in the air. It being quite dark, they had no idea where it fell; so they lighted matches and crawled around in the dust on their hands and knees until Spike happened to find it.
‘It’s heads,’ declared Spike, gathering in the money.
‘We do,’ said Bert solemnly.
‘It’s all shettled,’ agreed Spike. ‘We do, and tha’s all there is to it.’
After several moments they were able to regain their feet.
‘We do,’ declared Bert thickly. ‘Now the ques’n in what do we do?’