The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-03

to play with your pards. There is always
something TO come off which spols the
situation. We found this out before day
light that night.
Finally We all went broke excepting
Jersey, who won right along This made
klond-ke and Forty Miles hot, and they
send over to the shack and get their bags
OF dust. l also needed some gold and we
all have our Chinaman bring in the bags
which held our fortunes. l had several
cans, formerly Of pressed beef, filled with
dust. jersey had an oil can or two.
hlondlke was rich with nuggets and a fat
De4t, and Forty Mile had an ancient pow
der can filled TO the limit All told we
could show up almost $5OOOoOO Then that
heather waltzed up to the table, put down
a fat bag and says me play too"
Wing sat in and shuf1ed the cards be-
fore we could make any objection Jer-
sey glanced al his bag and then hunched
over and let the celestial take place.
We all had been irr.gating considerable,
as it was sixth drink time when Wing
took the first hand. He did not drink
any, so he kept a cool head something
those fellows always have. Well it came
to Jersey TO deal. Wing set In good Pile
of dust as his ante and Forty Mile who
sat next, straddled. Klondike saw the
straddle as l did, but Jersey tilted it be-
fore the deal. We had as much as $4,000
on the table and not a card dealt yet
Wing skinned his hand and bet Forty
Mile stayed out and it went round to Jer-
sey. who forced a jack.
The same was getting good then With
$4,000 on the table and the rule to open
for The pile it meant some mighty good
betting to get the pot. Wing passed For
ty Mile did likewise and then Klond;ke
opened her for the $4,000. | skinned my
hand, and having the making Of a fun of
pictures, tilted back. All the others stay-
Cd in T10t y1,ar, Jfeoo
in about all we could scrape together. Still
we had enough to do some fair betting,
but a showdown must come soon. l took
one card, KlondIke took <two, Forty Nile
was satisfied with one, and Jersey and
Wing stood.
Wing bet few ounces and was tilted by
Forty Mile. Klondiie had not helped and
dropped out. l was too much in to quit
and raised the tilt with a can of pressed
beef origin. Klondike was glowering at
the heather. He did not like Cinnamon.
anyway, and he fingered his guns and
looked ugly while Wing went on smiling
and setting in his dust. We, bet around a
couple of times and then Wing called. He
held more aces than the deck needed 20
make il complete and Klondike jumped up
and pulled.
He had loaded his gun with a small
nugget taken from an old greasy can He
fired at Wing, but Forty Mile jumped in
between ana TOOK the bail through his
arm. KlOndike was wild, but before he
could pun again Wing was sent through
the window into a convenient snoW drift,
where he kicked and struggled to get out.
Whatever do you felers mean by mix
in in with nS9 and the heathen?' roared
Klondike, still struggling to get his gun
into range.
KANT afford to lose our cook, you
blamed fool. We all kin skin him later.
Put up them guns" said Forty Mile
Wen, we two finally got Klondike to
PIT up his guns and then We started to
find out which won. Jersey was gone.
likewise the dust. The hands were ali
mixed up on the floor We saw how II
was and went out after the absconding
pard. But he was over the pass by the
time we located his tracks We wen-
back 10 the Nugget to liquor up, but For
~ Mile refused to drink.
Whatever is the matter, Forty Mile?"
asked Bill, who was boose dealer. Have
you all lost yer thirst?"
YEP" was the disconsolate reply. "Tbat
there nugget which Klondlke drilled into
my arm done II. I reckon mebbe / was
treated for the iimjams unbeknownst.
Pears like hain't got no taste for LIQUOR
no more"
Well, we took Forty Mile over to the doc
tors house and he examined the wound.