"'Which this is not all. Like they was out to add to the excitement
a whole lot, I'm a Mohave if 'Doby an' his wife don't turn loose an'
have another infant that same day.
"'I never sees a gent get so excited over another gent's game as
Billy does over 'Doby's number two. He sends his new wife up to
'Doby's on the run, while he takes Willyum an' comes pirootin' back
to the Red Light to brace up. Billy's shore nervous an' needs it.
"'My pore child,' says Billy to Willyum about the third drink--
Willyum is settin' on a monte-table an' payin' heed to Billy a heap
decorous an' respectful for a three-year-old--'my pore child,' says
Billy that a-way, 'you-all is ag'in a hard game up at your paw's.
This yere is playin' it plumb low on you, Willyum. It looks like
they fills a hand ag'in you, son, an' you ain't in it no more at
'Doby's; who, whatever is your fool claims on that p'int a year ago,
is still your dad ondoubted. But you-all knows me, Willyum. You
knows that talk in Holy Writ. If your father an' mother shakes you,
your Uncle Billy takes you up. I'm powerful 'fraid, Willyum, you'll
have to have action on them promises."
"Willyum listens to Billy plenty grave an' owly, but he don't make
no observations on his luck or communicate no views to Billy except
that he's hungry.
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