"Another reason everybody comes," whispered Keith, "is because the side that wins always takes the town up to the Nugget and treats to hootch. Whenever you see eighty or ninety more drunks than usual, you know there's either been a stampede or else justice has been administered."
"Ain't Bonsor late?" asked someone.
"No, it's a quarter of."
"Why do they want Bonsor?"
"His case on the docket—McGinty v. Burt Bonsor, proprietor of the Gold Nugget."
"If they got a row on——"
"If they got a row? Course they got a row. Weren't they pardners?"
"But McGinty spends all his time at the Gold Nugget."
"Well, where would he spend it?"
"A Miners' Meetin's a pretty poor machine," McGinty was saying to the ex-Governor, "but it's the best we got."