thirty-six-sixty

Updated: July 12, 2025

"Thirty-six-sixty," Smoke replied. "And now you've got to pack the dust home. That was the agreement." "Don't crowd your luck," Shorty pleaded with Smoke, the next night, in the cabin, as he evidenced preparations to return to the Elkhorn. "You played a mighty long string of hunches, but you played it out. If you go back you'll sure drop all your winnings."

Jack London - Smoke Bellew