Rivers. Drive on! Sixes.
Smith. Fire away, brave boys! (To Moore) It’s Tally-ho-the-Grinder, Hump!
Brodie. Treys! Death and the pit! How much have you got there?
Rivers. A cool forty-five.
Brodie. I play you thrice the lot.
Rivers. Who’s afraid?
Smith. Stand by, Badger!
Rivers. Cinq-ace.
Brodie. My turn now. (He juggles in and uses the second pair of dice.) Aces! Aces again! What’s this? (Picking up dice.) Sold! . . . You play false, you hound!
Rivers. You lie!