As Grace Darling she smooths the fever-heated pillow of
the Crimea. In reecompense she asks one little, puny boon--to fire
from our midst a heathen from the Orient. Gents, thar's but one
answer: We plays the return game with woman. This Chinaman must go.'
"When Jack comes back with Lung, which he does prompt, Enright
starts in to deal the game.
"'It ain't no use, Lung,' says Enright, 'tryin' to explain to you-
all what's up. Your weak Asiatic intellect couldn't get the drop
onto it no-how. You've been brought to a show-down ag'in a woman,
an' you're out-held. You've got to quit; savey? Don't let us find
you yere to-morrow. By third-drink time we'll be a-scoutin' for you
with somethin' besides an op'ry glass, an' if you're noticed as part
of the landscape you're goin' to have a heap of bad luck. I'd advise
you to p'int for Red Dog, but as to that you plays your hand
yourse'f."
"Next day that old drunkard Monte comes swingin' in with the stage;
the six hosses on the jump, same as he allers does with a woman
along. Over at the post-office, where he stops, a lady gets out, an'
of course we-alls bows p'lite an' hopes she's well an' frisky. She
allows she is, an' heads for the O.
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