"Old wives' folly," he cried, with an oath.

"Let Cosh go his ways, and swear to amend them.

The Brethren of the Coast cannot be too nice in these little matters.

We are not pursy justices or mooning girls." But he had no support.

The verdict was for the dice, and a seaman brought Ringan a little ivory box, which he held out to the prisoner.
The latter took it with shaking hand, as if he did not know how to use it.
"You will cast thrice," said Ringan.