The conductor was on to our racket, and would not give us a show.
We had to wait for a change of conductors before we could open up for business.
I gave Jack the office to come up, which he did, looking like a
Texas ranchman.
The cow-boy had been to New Orleans to sell his critters, and wanted a dram.
The old gent did not drink, nor did I—just then.
The cow-boy had been pranking with a new game, had lost $1,000, but had plenty more left. He showed us how he had lost his money.
I bent up the corner of the winning card and won a few hundred dollars. McGawley, not knowing anything about the corner of the winner being turned up, lost a few hundred dollars.
The old gent knew all about the corner and how I won. He wanted to bet, but his money was sewed up in his shirt.
I had a sharp knife that I loaned him.
He cut his shirt and got out his money.