You've helped me, and I can't let you do it for nothing." "Then I can't do it at all.

I'm discharged." Suddenly, however, a humorous, eager look shot into Jowett's face.

"Will you toss for it ?" he blurted out.

"Certainly, if you like," was the reply.
"Heads I win, tails it's yours ?" "Good." Ingolby took a silver dollar from his pocket, and tossed.

It came down tails.