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Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 124, 27 May 1932, Page 12

GEORGE Has Won £7,000/ Who is George? For what has he won £7000 —and, more important still, WHAT WILL HE DO WITH IT? HOLLOW AY HORN Tells The Story. See the Magazine Section of the AUCKLAND STAR To-morrow, and you will continue to look each day as the story unfolds.

My friend protested. He had found the people of the west very friendly. I kept silent. They argued for a minute or two.

"I've come out here to settle my sister's estate," the man from Georgia went on. "I thought she would only get 1500 dollars, but I managed to squeeze out 2100 dollars. I've got 500 dollars of it right here in my pocket."

He pulled out a roll of bills. "Don't be a fool showing that money. This town isn't safe to do that in. Why, there are men here who would gladly kill you for that money." They argued again. I still kept silent. Then they offered to buy drinks for each other. My friend refused to accept the other man's hospitality. "I'll tell you what I'll do, though," he said. "I'll toss you coins for who'll buy the drinks."

They tossed. My friend won. "Now I'll match you a dollar bill just to show that I'm a good sport," the Georgian said. This time the southerner won. Then he stopped to tie up his shoelace. My friend and I walked on. He turned to mo excitedly. "Say, would you like to clean this hick of his 500 dollars?" "How?" I asked. "We'll play 'odd-man-wins.' You turn up a head every time; I'll turn up a tail. One of us is bound to win every time and we'll split the 500 dollars." Two hundred and fifty dollars like that! By the flip of a coin! It was easy money. It would buy a good time in Hollywood. It would mean I wouldn't have to scrimp any more. I said I'd do it.

The Georgian caught up to me. My pal suggested they let me in the game. And as we walked along the Sacramento street we matched coins.

The first time we bet ten dollars. My friend and I won. The next time we bet 100 dollars. We won again. I grew excited. I scarcely knew what I was doing. This was cheating. It was robbery. "This time we'll match for 500 dollars," my friend was saying. We flipped. We lifted our hands. My friend and I had won again. That is, he had won. The money was to be split, afterwards. I pretended to be grieved at my loss. I pulled out the last 50 dollars I had and gave it to my friend. He whispered that he would return it later when we split the 500 dollars. The man from Georgia pulled out bis 500 dollars and gave it to my sidestick.

Then he squawked. "I think you two are putting up a game on me," he drawled. "You've only paid 50 dollars," he turned on me. "I've a good mind to get the police after you."