She'll never go beyond third class on the exams, I'd bet my last credit chip.

I was reaching for a credit chip when Lazlo put out his hand.

Resigned, she dug out a five credit chip, passed it over.

At University, of course, she never handled such things-everything was done with credit chips.

Ned dropped the credit chip into his pocket again and stood up.

I returned his credit chip, then located a wooden key in an inside pocket.

He smiled and, without looking at the bill, handed her a single credit chip.

She looked down at the credit chip in her hand.

"Where do I go to get the credit chip?"

Her smile as she took his credit chip was almost sincere enough to convince him.