He was too amazed at the moment to see the implications of this part of the story.
"They went on snarling and showing their teeth, but not biting," continued Thalassa, "sorting out the little stones all right, but quarrelling over the bigger.

There was two--the biggest in the bunch by far--which they kept putting aside because they couldn't agree about the sharing of them.
At last it came about that there was only these two big 'uns left, lying like two beans on the bit o' rock, side by side.

Before I could guess what was likely to happen Turold grabbed them up quick, and put them in his bottle.

'These two are mine, Thalassa's and mine,' he said.

'You've had your share, Remington.' Remington sprang from the rock quick as a snake.
'One's mine,' he said.