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"For what?" he said, with quickened interest. "To go after a wad that I know of?" "Say," he said, his eyes narrowing, his face assuming a look of cupidity and cunning, "do you know something? If you do, come on out where we can eat and talk. If there's anything in it I'll split with you." "I know you will," she said, promptly. "Fifty-fifty.... In an hour, at Case's restaurant."
"Fifty-fifty, Mr. Hammond," Ruth told him. "On whatever it costs, remember, I am just as good a sport as you are when it comes to taking a chance in business." He laughed. "I have often doubted your blood relationship to Uncle Jabez," Mr. Hammond declared "He has no gambler's blood in his old veins." "He was born too long before the moving picture came into existence," she laughingly returned.
He was leading the way to the studio. In the studio the doctor did not wait for questions, but plunged at once into his story. "Without going into technical terms, Mr. Burton, I will say that your son has a very rare trouble. There is only one known relief, and that is a certain very delicate operation. Even with that, the chances are about fifty-fifty that he regains his sight."
"Then it's a go," says I. "Steele, write a voucher and I'll O.K. it." "Good work!" says Hunk, givin' Cuyler another bone crushing grip. "And remember, we split fifty-fifty on all the net. I'll close the deal by to-morrow noon, and three weeks from to-day we open in Savannah."
Neither of 'em has won a bet for twenty minutes and Cora is calling the game crooked. "It looks very, very queer," says she, "that our numbers should so suddenly stop winning; very queer and suspicious indeed!" And she glared at Cousin Egbert with rage and distrust splitting fifty-fifty in her fevered eyes.
My part of the game was to grab him by the back of the neck and throw him before he could sink his teeth into any part of me. Sometimes I missed. That was a point for Buddy. Then I'd pry his jaws loose and he'd dash off for another circle. I couldn't say how the score averaged. I was too busy to keep count. About fifty-fifty would be my guess.
I’m askin’ you will you make it fifty-fifty ’r’ somethin’ " Again his voice trailed away, but his bright ratty eyes were indomitable. I was bloodily occupied with another patient when something struck me on the shoulder a human hand, clutching it. Duck was sitting upright, eyes a-glitter, the other hand pressed heavily over his abdomen. "Fifty-fifty!" he cried in a shrill voice.
"Yorkey!" an' "Reddy!" that worthy was mumbling tu himself over and over again, "Yorkey!" an' "Reddy!" "'Tis so they name each other now! Blarney me sowl! 'Tis come about! Fifty-fifty, tu from th' mugs av thim. Peace, perfect peace, in th' fam'ly at last! Eyah! I wud have given me month's pay-cheque for a ring-side seat." He sighed deeply. They reached the fatal spot.
"But if you only have two chronometers, how can you tell which has gone wrong?" Captain Doane would demand. "Search me," would come the pawnbroker's retort, accompanied by an incredulous shrug of the shoulders. "If you can't tell which is wrong of two, then how much harder must it be to tell which is wrong of two dozen? With only two, it's a fifty-fifty split that one or the other is wrong."
"Verna, if you really decided to get any living man he wouldn't stand a chance in the world," he declared. "If you've already made up your mind that I'm your meat, I'll come down like Davy Crockett's coon. But if either of us will do, that'll give us each a fifty-fifty chance to escape your toils. What say we play a game of freeze-out to decide it?" "Fine, Norman! When shall we play?"
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