ad, you 'avent a bloody bit of a chance; you would lose
every blarsted cent you 'ave if you bet."

My partner kept bantering me, when I pulled out a roll of greenbacks
that made them open their eyes, saying:

"I would not be one bit afraid to wager all that."

The Englishman gave me a nudge and said:

"Lad, don't you do it."

My partner then said:

"I haven't got one-half so much money, but I will bet you $500 I
can pick up the baby ticket."

We put our money in the Englishman's hand, and I turned to him and
offered to bet him a bottle of wine that I would win the money.
He took me up. My partner turned the card, and I lost the money
and the wine.

He wanted to bet me $1,000, but I told him he was a little too
lucky for me. I saw Johnnie Bull was crazy to bet, so I said to
him:

"Do you think you could guess the baby ticket?"

"Indeed I do," he replied.

"I will wager you that you can't."

He got out his leather bag and counted out twenty sovereigns. I
saw he had plenty more, so I would not bet him less than one hundred
sovereigns. He put them up, and I put up $500 in greenbacks. He
turned the card and lost. My partner made him believe that he had
made a mistake, by showing him that the corner of the baby ticket
was still turned up.

He wanted to bet with me, so I took him for $500, and he won. That
made Johnnie Bull hot, as he did not have any more ready money
except maybe $50. I saw he was ready for anything, so I told him
I would bet him $1,000 against his gun if it was on the table. He
jumped up, went to his room, and soon returned with his case. He
unlocked it and showed me his gun. I put $1,000 in the barkeeper's
hands, as I wanted to get the gun where he could not snatch it and
run, as I expected he would do, if I gave him a chance. I mixed
the cards, and he went for the baby, but he must have been excited,
for he missed it. It was fun to see him. He looked at the cards,
at me and my partner, then at his gun case, but it was behind the
bar, and he could not get it. As soon as he could speak he said:

"Oh! my gun; I've lost my gun."

He walked up and down the guards, coming in every moment to look
at his gun. I finally told him if he would raise the money I would
let him have his gun for $500. Then he was happy, but he would
not go to bed or leave the bar for fear I would get off with his
fine English gun. The next morning he told his companions, and
they raised the $500 in