She continued sobbing, without making any answer, for some time: but at last she cried, "My ad my ad my ad-vice is never taken in any thing!" Maurice declared he was ready to take her advice, if that was the only way to make her easy in her mind. "I know what you mean, now," added he: "you are still harping upon the lottery ticket.
"I charge you one t'ousan' dollar." Royal's jaw dropped. "The devil you say!" he exclaimed. "I don't want de job your scow's no good but I toss a coin wit' you. One t'ousan' dollar or free trip." "Nothing doing," snapped the ex-horseman. "Bien! Now I give you li'l AD-vice. Hol' hard to de right in lower end dis canon. Dere's beeg rock dere.