One head and one tail lay in the ring.
"Two ones!" cried the boxer; and the stakes remained untouched.
The spinner tossed the coins again, and, as they fell, the gaffers cried "Two heads!" "Two heads," repeated the boxer, with the decision of a judge.
The next moment a shower of coins flew like spray across the ring; the tails had paid their dollars to the winning heads.

Three times the spinner threw heads, and the pile of silver in front of Chook grew larger.

Then Chook, who was watching the spinner, noticed that he fumbled the pennies slightly as he placed them on the kip.

Success had shaken his nerve, and instantly Chook changed his cry to "A dollar tails--a dollar tails!" The coins spun into the air with a nervous jerk, and fell with the two black tails up.

The spinner threw down the kip, and took his winnings from the boxer--five pounds for himself and ten shillings for the boxer.
As another man took the kip, the boxer glared at the winning players.
"How is it ?" he cried with the voice of a footpad demanding charity, and obeying the laws of the game, the winners threw a dollar or more from their heap to the boss.
For an hour Chook won steadily, and then at every throw the heap of coins in front of him lessened.