other
two that if they ever came back to Vicksburg I would have them
arrested for stealing the horses. I did not wait to see if they
ever did come back, but sold the two horses I had left for $300,
and took the next boat for New Orleans.

There was a poor woman with six children on board the boat, and
she did not have any money to pay her passage, so we passed the
hat around, and every person on the boat that was told about the
poor woman chipped in something, except one stingy fellow. We took
the money to Captain Leathers, as we were on his boat; but he
refused to accept one cent for her passage, and told us to give
the money to the woman. He gave her a state-room, and treated her
as if she was paying full price for her passage. After the poor
woman and her children had been taken care of, we opened up monte,
and one of the first fellows we caught was the man who would not
chip in to help the poor woman and her little children. We downed
him for $800, and he kicked like a government mule. He went to
the Captain, who had been told how mean he had been, so he got no
sympathy from him or any one else. The passengers called him "Old
Stingy," and asked him if he was not sorry he had not given something
to the woman before he lost his money. It always did me a great
deal of good to down a stingy man, for I knew he would soon have
more, even if he had to starve himself to get it.

DETECTIVES AND WATCHES.

Tripp and I were playing the trains on the Missouri Pacific Railroad
at one time. We had been out on the road, and were on our way back
to St. Louis, and had got away with all the suckers on the train.
I was enjoying a smoke in the sleeper, when a nice looking gentleman
came in. I offered him a cigar, telling him I was in the tobacco
business at New Orleans. We talked cigars, tobacco, etc. I learned
he was a United States detective from Arkansas, on his way to
Washington City. While we were talking and smoking, in came Tripp
dressed up like a cow-boy. He told his story, and finally caught
the fellow for $1,000. The detective did not do any kicking until
we got to St. Louis, then he went to the chief of detectives, who
was at that time a Mr. Horrigan. He told the chief how we had
robbed him, and wanted us arrested. Mr. Horrigan was a sensible
man, and knew that the sucker expected to win our money, or he
would not have lost his. So he told him that his experience was
worth what he had lost, and that