To
The Most Indulgent of My Friends
And the Least Charitable of My Critics
This Book will Give Joy.
To Them I Dedicate It.
The Author

ILLUSTRATIONS

“JIM, THIS YER’S DOC WEYMOUTH”[Frontispiece]
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JIM WAS BOUNDING TOWARD THE OPEN DOOR, LEAVING HIS INSULTER LYING UPON THE FLOOR WITH A CLEAN CUT IN HIS CHEST[42]
THERE WAS A SHORT, SHARP STRUGGLE, A HARMLESS SHOT, AND JIM’S INSULTER WAS LYING ON THE FLOOR WITH A CLEAN CUT IN HIS CHEST[63]
JOHNNY GOT A STRANGLE HOLD ON THE FILIPINO’S THROAT WITH HIS LEFT HAND, WHILE WITH HIS RIGHT HE DREW HIS KNIFE[143]
“CUSTOM-MADE SORROW”[160]
A ROPE WAS SPEEDILY FOUND AND TIED ABOUT MY NECK[202]
A WISE CHILD[216]
“IS MY COUSIN JUAN A COWARD, THAT HE LIES IN AMBUSH?”[286]

CONTENTS

Poker Jim, Gentleman[1]
Tommy the Outcast[81]
Johnny[114]
My Friend the Undertaker[160]
A Grim Memento[182]
A Wise Child[216]
Leaves from a Suicide’s Diary[247]
Chicquita[266]
A Dead Ideal[297]
A Matter of Professional Secrecy[323]
A Legend of the Yosemite[351]
A Great City’s Shame[372]

PREFACE