Throws a splendid ring.' The Semidrunk regarded the proceedings of the Besotted Wretch with an expression of profound contempt.
'You can't play for nuts,' he said scornfully.
'Can't I?
I can play you, anyway.' 'Right you are! I'll play you for drinks round!' cried the Semi-drunk.
For a moment the Besotted Wretch hesitated.

He had not money enough to pay for drinks round.

However, feeling confident of winning, he replied: 'Come on then.

What's it to be?
Fifty up ?' 'Anything you like! Fifty or a 'undred or a bloody million!' 'Better make it fifty for a start.' 'All right!' 'You play first if you like.' 'All right,' agreed the Semi-drunk, anxious to distinguish himself.
Holding the six rings in his left hand, the man stood in the middle of the floor at a distance of about three yards from the board, with his right foot advanced.

Taking one of the rings between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand, and closing his left eye, he carefully 'sighted' the centre hook, No.