Then he nodded, and dropped the handles with a sigh of relief as the current was turned off.
But as he looked to Pinkey for the applause that he had earned, Chook stepped up to the machine and, with an impudent grin at Pinkey, grasped the handles.

The pointer moved slowly round, and passed Stinky's mark, but Chook held on, determined to eclipse his rival.

His muscles seemed to be cracking with pain, the seconds lengthened into intolerable hours.

Suddenly, as the dial marked three-quarters, he dropped the handles with a grin of triumph at Pinkey.
Stinky, smarting with defeat, instantly took up the challenge.
"That's no test of strength," he cried angrily.

"Women can stand a lot more than men." "Orl right; choose yer own game, an' I'm after yer," said Chook.
Behind them a hammer fell with a tremendous thud, and a voice cried, "Try yer strength--only a penny, only a penny." "'Ow'll that suit yer ?" inquired Stinky, with a malicious grin, for he counted on his superior weight and muscle to overcome his rival.
"Let 'er go!" cried Chook.
Stinky spat on his hands, and seized the wooden mallet.