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I'll onfold, short and terse, what Silver Phil does, an' then you saveys. Cherokee's dealin' his game farobank she is; an' if all them national banks conducts themse'fs as squar' as that enterprise of Cherokee's, the fields of finance would be as safely honest as a church. Cherokee's turnin' his game one evenin'; Faro Nell on the lookout stool where she belongs.

"It ain't once a week, but it's every day, when this yere gray-eyed sport is robbin' his roll for somebody who's settin' in ag'inst disaster. Fact; Cherokee's a heap weak that a-way. "Of course, turnin' faro, Cherokee knows who has money an' who needs it; keeps tab, so to speak, on the fluctooations of the camp's finances closer'n anybody.

"Well, infidel," said Trinidad, taking Cherokee's vacant chair, "and so you are too superannuated and effete to yearn for such mockeries as candy and toys, it seems." "I don't like you," said Bobby, with acrimony. "You said there would be a rifle. A fellow can't even smoke. I wish I was at home." Cherokee drove his sleigh to the door, and they lifted Bobby in beside him.

Your partner's a shore enough optimist that a-way. "Cherokee don't make no retort. This Holliday ain't posted none that the partner Cherokee's mentionin' is Faro Nell, an' Cherokee allows he won't onbosom himse'f on that p'int onless his hand is forced. "When the time arrives to open the game, the heft of Wolfville's public is gathered at the Red Light.

"It turns out, when Cherokee makes this yere long an' fretful break, the avaricious gent's holdin' a brace of kings. He's delighted with Cherokee's uproar, an' thinks how soft, an' what a case of open- work, he is. "'You offers two bloos I can't beat a pa'r of jacks? says the avaricious gent. Which he's plumb wolf, an' out for every drop of blood!

Stuart could feel the Cherokee's heart beat fast under his hand. Atta-Kulla-Kulla grasped it suddenly in his own, gripping it hard for a moment, while with his other hand he waved a command for his men to retire, which they did, slowly, with lowering, surprised eyes and clouded brows. "Go back!" he said to Stuart. "Hold the gate fast. You make your feast. Keep it. I believe your words.

An' he shoves his dust to the center. "Cherokee's peevishness is gone, an' his fault-findin' is over. He's turned as confident an' easy as a old shoe. "It strikes the avaricious gent as alarmin', this quick switch in the way Cherokee feels. It's cl'ar, as one looks in his face, that them trio of kings ain't no sech monstrosities as they was. He ain't half so shore they wins.

Thar's a flash an' a spit of white smoke as he fires his six-shooter straight at Faro Nell. "Silver Phil is quick, but Cherokee is quicker. Cherokee sweeps Faro Nell from her stool with one motion of his arm an' the bullet that's searchin' for her lifts Cherokee's ha'r a trifle where he 'most gets his head in its way. "Ondoubted, this Silver Phil allows he c'llects on Faro Nell as planned.

After Cherokee's placed he holds up his hand for attention an' says: "'When all is ready I stands to one side an' drops my hat. You-alls fires at will. "Enright goes over to the side of the street, counts 'one, 'two, 'three, an' drops his hat. Bangety! Bang! Bang! goes the rifles like the roll of a drum.

"'Is it a love story, Daddy Enright? asks Faro Nell, all eager, an' bendin' towards Enright across the layout. "'It shows brands an' y'ear marks as sech, Nellie, says Enright; 'love an' loco makes up the heft of it. "'Then tell it, urges Faro Nell. 'I'm actooally hungerin' for a love story, an' she reaches down an' squeezes Cherokee's hand onder the table.

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