"I caught the pink one." "Had mine all the time!" triumphed Colonel Bouncer, throwing down his hand and putting both big arms round the pot.

"Four elevens!" And chuckling near to the apoplexy line he scraped the chips home, while Washer inspected his excellent collection of jacks.

"Now brag, you old bluffer!" And, still chuckling, he began sorting the chips into patriotic piles.
"Enjoy yourselves," granted Washer, concealing his intense chagrin with as nonchalant an air as possible.

"I give you my word those chips are only loaned.

Go on and laugh! You fellows make a lot of fuss over a cheap little jack-pot.