is as ca'm as a Injun's; he's too
finely fibred a sport to so much as let a eyelash quiver. This
Holliday is equally onemotional. Cherokee shoves over three yaller
chips.

"'Call 'em ten thousand each,' says Cherokee. Then he waits for this
Holliday to place his next bets.

"'Since you-all has exackly that sum left in your treasury,' observes
this Holliday, puffin' his seegyar, 'I reckons I'll let one of these
yaller tokens go, coppered, on the high kyard ag'in. You-all doubles
or breaks right yere.'

"The turn falls trey-eight. Cherokee takes in that ten thousand
dollar chip.

"'Bein's that I'm still playin' on velvet,' remarks this Holliday,
an' his tone is listless an' languid like he's only half interested,
'I'll go twenty thousand on the high kyard, open. This trip we omits
the copper.'

"The first kyard to show is a deuce. It's better than ten to one
Cherokee will win. But disapp'intment chokes the camp; the next
kyard is a ace, an' Cherokee's swept off his moccasins. The bank is
broke; and to signify as much, Cherokee turns his box on its side,
counts over forty thousand dollars to this Holliday an' gets up from
the dealer's cha'r.

"As Cherokee rises, Faro Nell slides off the lookout's stool an' into
the vacated cha'r. When Cherokee loses the last bet I hears Nell's
teeth come together with a click. I don't dare look towards her at
the time; but now, when she turns the box back, takes out the deck,
riffles an' returns it to its place I gives her a glance. Nell's as
game as Cherokee. As she sets over ag'inst this lucky invalid her
colour is high an' her eyes like two stars.

"'An' now you've got to break me,' says Nell to this Holliday.
'Also, we restores the _statu quo_, as Colonel Sterett says in that
_Coyote_ paper, an' the limit retreats to a even hundred dollars.'

"'Be you-all the partner Mister Hall mentions?' asks this Holliday,
at the same time takin' off his sombrero an' throwin' away his
seegyar.

"Nell says she is.

"'Miss,' says this Holliday, 'I feels honoured to find myse'f across
the layout from so much sperit an' beauty. A limit of one hundred,
says you; an' your word is law! As a first step then, give me three
thousand dollars worth of chips an' make 'em fifty dollars each.
I'll take the same chance with you on that question of splits I does
former, an' I wants a hundred on every kyard, middle to win ag'in the
ends.'

"The deal begins; Nell is winner from the jum