I think the chances are about equal." "I think likely.

What are you going to do with the money if you win ?" "I don't know; we haven't thought of that yet," replied Frank, not particularly pleased with the question.
"Divide it among the fellers, I s'pose." "I think not; we had better apply it to some useful purpose,--that is, if we win it,--such as enlarging our library, buying some philosophical instruments--" "What's them ?" "An air pump, and other apparatus of the kind." Tim did not comprehend the nature of the mystical implements any better than before; but as his mind was fixed upon something else, he did not demand further explanation.
"Fifty dollars," said he; "how much will that be apiece.

Thirteen into fifty; can any of you fellers cipher that up in your heads ?" "Three and eleven thirteenths dollars each," said William Bright, who pulled the next oar forward of Tim.

"Three dollars and eighty-five cents--isn't it ?" "Eighty-four and a fraction," replied Fred, with schoolboy accuracy.
"A feller could have a good time on that, I'll bet," ejaculated Tim.
"And many a poor man would like it to buy bread for his family," added Frank.

"But there is the Butterfly!" Tim Bunker dropped his oar at this announcement, and was on the point of rising to get a better view of the Zephyr's rival, when the handle of William Bright's oar gave him a smart rap in the back.
"Mind out!" said Tim.