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Not much. He's a born gambler. He'd bet with his grandmother an' he'd cheat the coppers off a dead nigger's eyes." "Slick with cards, eh?" inquired Wade. "Naw, Jack's not slick. But he tries to be. An' we jest go him one slicker." "Wouldn't Old Bill object to this card-playin'?" "He'd be ory-eyed. But, by Golly! we're not leadin' Jack astray. An' we ain't hankerin' to play with him.
Well, what is it, anyway? Ah! 'Deposed' that's it, is it? Very pretty wrote, to be sure; like print, I swear. Your hand o' write, George? Why, you was gettin' quite a leadin' man in this here crew. You'll be cap'n next, I shouldn't wonder. Just oblige me with that torch again, will you? This pipe don't draw." "Come, now," said George, "you don't fool this crew no more.
Anyhow, the first thing we knew Brother Gyardner had hold o' Amos himself, leadin' him towards the water. Amos was a timid sort o' man, easy flustered, and it looked like he lost his wits and his tongue too. He was kind o' pullin' back and lookin' round in a skeered way, and Brother Gyardner he hollered out, 'Come right along, brother!
If the treasure is going to be found, I want to be on deck!" he cried. Presently they we're at it again, Dick pacing off the steps as carefully as ever. They had still fifteen paces to go when John Barrow came to a stop with a sniff of disgust. "Wrong ag'in!" "How so?" "This is leadin' us right out on the pond." "I declare, so it is!" murmured Dick. "We started due southwest, didn't we?"
"Did the woman he loved die? did his children desert him?" asked the Englishman, eagerly. "His wife died seven year arter he married her; one ov his boys was killed by his horse fallin' on him; the other got into bad company down to Red Bluffs, an', arter leadin' the old man a devil of a life for two year or more, run off, an' got taken by the lynchers so folks said.
The prizes fer this here contest is: First prize, ten dollars, doneated by the directors of the bank fer which's openin' this celebration is held in honour of. Second prize, one pair of pants doneated by the Montana Mercantile Company. Third prize, one quart of bottle in bond whiskey doneated by our pop'lar townsman an' leadin' citizen, Mr. Jake Grimshaw, proprietor of The Long Horn Saloon.
There wuz broad, smooth paths leadin' out on every side all on 'em full of folks from every country in the world, and clad in every costoom you ever see or ever didn't see before. Folks in plain American dress side by side with dark complected folks wropped up seemin'ly in white sheets, jest their black-bearded faces and flashin' eyes gleamin' at you from the drapery.
But whatever I do, as the leadin' sperrit o' this syndicate, the motto o' the syndicate will ever be my inspiration: "All for one an' one for all United we stand, divided we fall." "How about Neils?" queried Captain Scraggs. "Do we continue to let that ex-deckhand in on our fortunes?"
"There ain't much doubt which is now our leadin' city Butte or Rockvale," he remarked as he swung to his saddle and set off with two deputies. He found something more than overdone home town pride in Rockvale, however. The narrow streets were filled with men, women and curious, wide-mouthed children.
More'n that, he made good and the boss promised him that maybe in a month or so he'd turn him loose with his oil paints on something big, a full page in color, maybe, for a leadin' breakfast food concern. Then the Beans moved back to town and we heard hardly anything more about 'em. I understand, though, that they sort of lost caste with their old crowd in Greenwich Village.
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