breed (French and Irish) Canadians on board. They had six or seven
bull-dogs with them that had been fighting against some dogs in
Detroit, and from their talk we learned that they downed Uncle Sam.
So we thought (as we were Americans) that we would try and down
them; not with bull-dogs, but with the good old game.

Jack was soon among them, and in a short time, with my assistance
as capper, he had downed several of the Canucks for a few hundred.
They were kickers from the old house. They all got together and
began cackling like a lot of old hens when a hawk is after them.
No one but themselves could understand a word they said; but they
soon made a rush for Jack and demanded, in English, that he give
up their money, or they would kill him. Their bull-dogs wanted to
take part in the fight, and I guess they would have done it if it
had not been for their owners, for if a dog's master runs he will
be sure to run after him. Old Jack whipped out that big, long six-
shooter of his, and the instant they saw it they all started and
made a regular stampede for the other car. The dogs took after
their masters, and it was fun to see the passengers climbing upon
the seats. The men and the dogs rushed into the ladies' car, and
you would have thought it was on fire if you had heard the screams
and yells that the passengers set up when the men and bull-dogs
rushed in among them. The poor dumb brutes were frightened as
much as their owners, and they set up the d----dest howl I ever
heard in all my life. We were just nearing a station, so I told
old Jack to drop off, which he did, and then he got onto the hind
sleeper. The people at the station had heard the screams, and came
running to see what was the matter.

The railroad boys had hard work to get the dogs and men out of the
ladies' car, but they could not get one of the dogs back into the
cars he had been run out of. I did not blame the brutes much, for
they had been badly frightened.

We were coming out of Chicago at one time on the Burlington & Quincy
Railroad, and had downed some suckers, when one of them began to
kick like a bad mule. He told the conductor that old Jack had
robbed him out of his money. The conductor told him he could do
nothing except turn the gambler over to the police at the next
station. He locked the doors to keep Jack from jumping off, and
the sucker quieted down, thinking he would be O. K. when he reached
the station. I saw two gentlemen