saidJack，bangingdownaguineaonthetable；\"canyoucoverthat，oldfellow？\"Themanofthethimblelookedatthegold，andthenathimwhoproducedit，andscratchedhishead。\"Come，coverthat，orIshallbeoff，\"saidthejockey。\"Och，sure，mylord！—no，Imeanyourhonour—no，sure，yourlordship，\"saidtheother，\"ifIcoversitatall，itmustbewithsilver，fordivilabitofgoldhaveIbyme。\"\"Well，then，producethevalueinsilver，\"saidthejockey，\"anddoitquickly，forIcan’tbestayinghereallday。\"Thethimble—manhesitated，lookedatJackwithadubiouslook，thenatthegold，andthenscratchedhishead。
Therewasnowalaughamongstthesurrounders，whichevidentlynettledthefellow，whoforthwiththrusthishandintohispocket，andpullingoutallhissilvertreasure，justcontrivedtoplacethevalueoftheguineaonthetable。
\"Themthatfindswins，andthemthatcan’tfind—LOSES，\"
interruptedJack，liftingupathimble，outofwhichrolledapea。\"There，paddy，whatdoyouthinkofthat？\"saidhe，seizingtheheapofsilverwithonehand，whilsthepocketedtheguineawiththeother。Thethimble—engrostood，forsometime，likeonetransfixed，hiseyesglaringwildly，nowatthetable，andnowathissuccessfulcustomers；atlasthesaid，\"Arrah，sure，master！—no，Imanesmylord—youarenotgoingtoruinapoorboy！\"\"Ruinyou！\"sailtheother；
\"what！bywinningaguinea’schange？aprettysmalldodgeryou—ifyouhavenotsufficientcapital，whydoyouengageinsodeepatradeasthimbling？come，willyoustandanothergame？\"\"Och，sure，master，no！thetwentyshillingsandonewhichyouhavecheatedmeofwereallIhadintheworld。\"