The cow-boy would bet his pile, amounting to $10,000, against the old gent's pile.
I would bet with him if I was the old gent, for he had but $4,600.
The money was put up. The card was turned. The old gent lost.
The cow-boy bet another man $200 and won, then asked him for a dram out of his bottle.
I had an idea that my wife wanted me to come back and see her in the Texas sleeper. I would return as soon as I learned how her headache was.
A station was reached. I got off. Looking after the receding train, I saw two men drop off; they walked back to the station. McGawley, Rattlesnake Jack, and myself waited for the next train to New Orleans, with $4,800 more than we had a few hours previous.
We were on the train going in to New Orleans. Old Jack occupied a seat just behind a lady and gentleman.
The lady had something lying in her lap about the size of an infant, covered with a shawl. Whatever it was, she was very careful of it.
McGawley and I were seated across the aisle, near by.
Jack was telling the lady and gentleman some very interesting story. He showed them three tickets. He threw them over each other on the seat beside him.