The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-01-23

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corral, takes his stand at Cotton
woods elbow, the lariat over his arm.
Enright raises his hand, maxim ready
to throw. At that. Cottonwood shets
his foxy eyes. pretendin' to think.
(Which, top plus bottom he says,
you'll throw 21'
"Enright sends the dice rattlin'
along the table, while VEAL crowds
about. The dice shows 'six.two-four'
--12 in all. We turns em over one
by one the bottoms shows 'one-five-
three, bein' nine.
"'Thar you bel cries Cottonwood,
some exultant; 10 on top an nine ON
the bottom. the same bein' 81. / win
"'You win.' says Enright, an he
says 1t like load is off his mind.
Then he raises his hand, mighty Inn
pressive One word, Cottonwood, an
Wolfville Is through with you, onless
by some renooed breaks you reopens
the same. BY first drink time to-mor-
ry you line out for Tucson. An don't
you come projectin' round this outfit
no more, onless we gives you speshdf
leave. Which I'd run you out this
evenin', only I'm afraid you'd track
up on them fleein' short-horns, an rec
commence your outrages.'
Cottonwood moves for the door
without word, for he's no sech fool
as to go tamperin' with his luck by
givin' vent to ontimely or ill-consid-
cred oratory. He's got the sense to
let well enough alone. an don't aim to
go talkin' himself into new or deeper
holes. When he's gone Enright looks
at Poets heap puzzled, an asks:
However do you reckon he does
it, Door
Poets waves his hand like the play
battles him entire, an appeals to Cher
okee Hail. who's been watchin them
final proceedin's with half-grin In
the corners of his mouth, like he's
amused.
what is 1t, Cherokee, that boy
does to us?' asked Poets. He's had
us ag'inst some deadfall or other, but
what is it?'
why returns Cherokee it's as
obvious as old John Chisholm's Fence
Rail brand. That Cottonwood simply
hands you the old snap of Topaz Bot
tom in new guise. An / must con-
cede that you fails for 1t like a beyy
of farmers
Explain says Enright, who's
sheepish to be took in by child. You
says Topaz Bottom" but you don't
| Chocolate. Yere | am with three dice
in my hand an Cottonwood says "21."
| throws, an 1t is 81. Now however
does he know?
How does he know repeats
Cherokee in smilin' liberation of En-
| rights ignorance. He knows, because
| II can't come anything else n you
was to throw these yere dice thou
sand times, 1t would every trip come
| 81. See yere!' an Cherokee takes one
| of the dice between thumb an finger.
When dice is made, they puts the six
opposite the ace, the doose opposite
the five, the four opposite the tray.
No matter how they roll or what
comes up, the top an bottom Of each
counts seven. Savoy? Which bein'
troo, THROWN three dice hathaway.
the tops an bottoms makes three
sevens-21.'
In Enright's face chagrin an
knowledge is maxim an even struggle
of it. After bit he says, You've re-
counted, Cherokee, certain dice pc
cooliarities which hitherto evades my
notice, me bein' otherwise engaged
1t all shows the wisdom OF possessin'
a professional card-sharp as a yoonit
OF the body polite. STILL he goes on,
some reproachful, when you sees hin
settin this trap. why don't you give
us warnin'?
(Which would, returns Cherokee,
IL the stakes is of real valyoo. BuA
you're only playin' for the life OF that
horned toad. an sees no CALI
ITO think, Doc says Enrlght, kind
o. pensive, as we-all go wanderin' bach
to the Red Light-'to tbi0k Of me be-
in let In by babe in syms! An yet |
foretells brilliant Greer for that Cot
tonwood. That boy onght to be in
congress right now! Bsrkeep'-mak,
in a sign to Black Jack--'..e restore,
tives is on me-"