I notes the jingle
of money, an' rouses up, allowin' mebby it's a jack-pot, I reckons.
"'"How hard be you-all in?" I says to the gent next to me, who's
gone to the center for a peso.
"'"Dollar," says the gent.
"'"Well," I says, "I ain't seen my hand since the draw, but I'll
raise you nine blind." An' I boards a ten-dollar bill.
"'When the rest goes, I sorter sidles forth an' lines out for the
dance-hall. The fact is I'm needin' what you-alls calls stimulants.
But all the same it sticks in my head about castin' good deeds on
the water that a-way. It sticks thar yet, for that matter.
"Bein' released from them devotions, I starts to drinkin' ag'in with
zeal an' earnestness. An' thar comes a time when all my money's in
my boots. Yere's how: I only takes two stacks of reds when I embarks
on this yere debauch. Bein' deep an' crafty, an' a new Injun at that
agency that a-way, an' not knowin' what game I may go ag'inst, I
puts the rest of my bank-roll over in Howard's store. It turns out,
too, that every time I acquires silver in change, I commits it to my
left boot, which is high an' ample to hold said specie. Why I puts
this yere silver money in my boot-laig is shore too many for me.
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