Some of the counters of the game."
Jowett handed it back at once with a shake of the head. "I don't live in
Manitou," he said. "I'm almost white, Chief. I've never made a deal
with you, and don't want to. I'm your man for the fun of it, and because
I'd give my life to have your head on my shoulders for one year."
"I'd feel better if you'd take the shares, Jowett. You've helped me,
and I can't let you do it for nothing."
"Then I can't do it at all. I'm discharged." Suddenly, however, a
humorous, eager look shot into Jowett's face. "Will you toss for it?"
he blurted out. "Certainly, if you like," was the reply.
"Heads I win, tails it's yours?"
"Good."
Ingolby took a silver dollar from his pocket, and tossed. It came down
tails. Ingolby had won.
"My corner lot against double the shares?" Jowett asked sharply, his
face flushed with eager pleasure. He was a born gambler.
"As you like," answered Ingolby with a smile. Ingolby tossed, and they
stooped over to look at the dollar on the floor. It had come up heads.
"You win," said Ingolby, and turning to the table, took out another
hundred shares. In a moment they were handed over.
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