"That's all right," says Windy. "But where's your Injun now?"
"Well," says Steve, flabbergasted, "that's kind of true, too; he has vanished some."
"I bet you money," says the Doctor, "that Bill does him."
"I hate to rob the poor in mind," says Steve. "And yet I'd like to lose that bet—make it a month's wages?"
"I'm for standin' by my friend," says the Doctor. "I'll bet you up to the first of January."
"Got you," says Steve. "You know where you can borrow chewin', anyhow. Any other gentleman want part of this?"
Steve had money he'd drew out of his poker game up-town, so the rest of us stood not to live high until after January first, if Foxey Bill didn't lick that sheep. We didn't believe he would, but he carried our money.
