"Five straight passes!" said the girl. "Five straight passes!"

"You heard me say it," growled big Phil Marvin.

All at once she laughed.

"Phil, give that two hundred back to Slim!"

It came like a bolt from the blue, this decision. Marvin hesitated, shook
his head.

"Damned if I do. I don't back down. I won it square!"

"Listen to me," said the girl. Instead of threatening, as Terry expected,
she had suddenly become conciliatory. She stepped close to him and
dropped a slim hand on his burly shoulder. "Ain't Slim a pal of yours?
You and him, ain't you stuck together through thick and thin? He thinks
you didn't win that coin square. Is Slim's friendship worth two hundred
to you, or ain't it? Besides, you ain't lying down to nobody. Why, you
big squarehead, Phil, don't we all know that you'd fight a bull with your
bare hands? Who'd call you yaller? We'd simply say you was square, Phil,
and you know it."

There was a pause. Phil was biting his lip, scowling at Slim. Slim was
sneering in return. It seemed that she had failed. Even if she forced
Phil to return the money, he and Slim would hate each other as long as
they lived. And Terry gained a keen impression that if the hatred
continued, one of them would die very soon indeed. Her solution of the
problem was a strange one. She faced them both.