Catch!' and he flung down the handkerchief with the money in it.
The man muffed the catch--butter-fingered idiot!--but he picked up the handkerchief and undid it, and when he saw what was in it he swore dreadfully.

The cad! 'Look here,' he called out, 'this won't do, young shaver.

I want those there shiners I see in your pus! Chuck 'em along!' Then Oswald laughed.

He said-- 'I shall know you again anywhere, and you'll be put in prison for this.
Here are the SHINERS.' And he was so angry he chucked down purse and all.

The shiners were not real ones, but only card-counters that looked like sovereigns on one side.