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Accordingly, about five o'clock in the morning, he led the faithful Keno from his stall, and rode slowly down the dusty road until he came to a point where the narrow bridlepath branched off the road and wound upward into the silent woods.
Shyly the tiny man leaned back on the arm he felt he knew, and gravely, to the utter astonishment of the big, rough men, in his sweet baby utterance, he said: "Bruv-ver Jim." A roar of laughter instantly followed, giving the youngster a start that almost shook him from his seat. "By jinks!" said Keno. "That's all right. You bet he knows." But the Sunday-school programme was not again attempted.
But," she added with quick emphasis, "there 'll be a lot of things really real real keno and roulette and everything like that, and everybody in the costume of thirty or forty years ago. Don't you want to buy a ticket? It's the last one I 've got!" she added prettily. But Robert Fairchild had been listening with his eyes, rather than his ears.
At his heels a shivering little black-and-tan dog, with legs no larger than pencils and with a skull of secondary importance to its eyes, followed him mincingly into the circle and stood beside his feet with its tail curved in under its body. "What have you got? Huh! Nothing but a kid!" said the gambler, in supreme contempt. "And a pup!" said Keno, aggressively.
They call her "Little Keno" now. There occasionally occurs an incident in this world that will make a person laugh though the laughing may border on the sacrilegious.
"More than nice-looking to my mind, Sam," he replied. "What is the news to-day?" "Nothin' much. There's a sight of talk about the doin's of them faro an' keno sharps. The boys is gettin' kind o' riled, fur they allow the game ain't on the square wuth a cent. Some of 'em down to the tie-camp wuz a-talkin' about a vigilance committee, an' I wouldn't be surprised ef they meant business.
Joseph, Mo., where I met my old friend Ben Allman, who was running a fine large billiard hall. I concluded to stop and open a keno room, so I went to Chicago, bought a very fine outfit, and opened up over Allman's place. I advertised my business in all the papers, just as a dry goods merchant would advertise his business.
But Jessica saw first the abject attitude of the collie, Keno, who came reluctantly to greet them with down-hanging head and tail and a reproachful upward glance of his brown eyes. "Why, you poor doggie! What's happened you? You look as if you'd been beaten. Where's your master, good Keno? Keno, where's Pedro?"
"Have you a sort of nervous hesitation in your hunger and does everything you eat taste like an impossible sandwich made by a ghostly baker from a disappearing bread and phantom?" "Keno!" "Does your nerve center tinkle-tinkle like a breakfast bell in a kitchenless boarding house?" "Right again!" "Have you a feeling that the germs have attacked your Adam's apple and that there won't be any core?"
"Hayseed, where've you been planted?" "Welcome to our city!" "Come over here and get next to this game." They did so, after tying Keno to a post and giving him his noonday rations which they had brought with them from the farm. The story of the championship match that had just been played was related to them in full detail; they in turn stated the errand on which they had come.
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