'
"It turns out some late for Rainbow though. Thar's no reply to
Boggs's talk, an' when we-alls goes over to him where he's set down
by the end of the bar thar, with his arm on a monte-table, an' his
chin on his shirt, Rainbow Sam is dead.
"'Which I regrets,' says Doc Peets when he returns, 'that Rainbow
don't stay long enough to onderstand how luck sets his way at last.
It most likely comforts him an' makes his goin' out more cheerful.'
"'It's a good sign, though,' says Cherokee Hall, 'that straight
flush is. Which it shows Rainbow strikes a streak of luck; an' mebby
it lasts long enough to get him by the gates above all right. That's
all I asks when my time comes; that I dies when I'm commencin' a run
of luck.'
"Oh! about this Slim Jim tenderfoot an' his tragedy! Do you know I
plumb overlooks him. I gets trailed off that a-way after pore old
Rainbow Sam, an' Slim Jim escapes my mem'ry complete.
"Which the story of this gent, even the little we-alls knows, is a
heap onusual. No one, onless he's the postmaster, ever does hear his
name. He sorter ha'nts about Red Dog an' Wolfville indiscriminate
for mighty nigh a year; an' they calls him 'Slim Jim' with us, an'
'The Tenderfoot' in Red Dog; but, as I says, what's his real name
never does poke up its head.
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