... either vanished or returned swiftly without any believable explanation of what they had seen—wanting only to get away from her as quickly as possible. But the man who could bring her in—or even strip her clean in space—that man would win the jackpot. ... — All Cats Are Gray • Andre Alice Norton
... later we was chuggin' away from the little natural jackpot that we'd opened so successful, headed for the Agnes. And, believe me, the old yacht looks mighty homey and invitin', lyin' there in the calm of the mornin' with all her awnin's spread and a trickle of blue smoke driftin' up ... — Wilt Thou Torchy • Sewell Ford
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