Now, if you've got anything to say--" He paused, invitingly.

Milo gaped at him, the big bearded face working convulsively.

Nerves wrenched, easily dominated by a stronger nature, the giant was struggling in vain to resume his pose of not understanding Brice's allusions.
Presently, with a sigh, that was more like a grunt of hopelessness, he thrust his fingers into an inner pocket of his waistcoat, and drew forth a somewhat tarnished silver dollar.

This he held toward Gavin, in his wide palm.
Brice took the coin from him and inspected it with considerable interest.

In spite of the tarnish and the ancient die and date, its edges were as sharp and its surface as unworn as though it had been minted that very year.
Clearly, this dollar had jingled in no casual pockets, along with other coins, nor had it been sweated or marred by any sort of use.
"Do you know what that is ?" asked Milo.
"Yes," said Brice.