"Toss it, will you, and let Darrin call the turn." Grumbling a good deal the German produced the required coin.
He fingered it nervously, for a moment, then flipped it high in the air.
"Tails!" called Dave.
It came down heads.
"Oh, well, the best two out of three," insisted Dick.
"That fellow's nerve is going already," laughed some one.

"He's anxious for the other fellow to get the honor." There was a grim twitching at the corners of prescott's mouth, but he said nothing.
Again the coin was tossed.

This time Dick called: "Heads!" He won.
"I'm ready," announced Dick quietly.
"I congratulate you, old fellow," murmured Dave eagerly.

"And I'm going with you to the base of the flagpole! The last climb is yours you've won it!".