"'Chuck!'

"Thar's a picture paper pasted onto the wooden wall of the Red Light,
displayin' the liniaments of some party. That bowie pierces the
picture--a shot in the cross it is--an' all with sech fervour that the
p'int of the blade shows a inch an' a half on the other side of that
individyool board.

"'The next time I throws a knife in your presence,' remarks Cherokee to
Silver Phil, an' Cherokee's as cold an' p'isonous as a rattlesnake,
'it'll be la'nched at you.'

"Silver Phil don't say nothin' in retort. He's aware by the lib'ral
way Cherokee sep'rates himse'f from the bowie that said weepon can't
constitoote Cherokee's entire armament. An' as Silver Phil don't pack
the sperit to face no sech flashlight warrior, he acts on Cherokee's
hint to _vamos_, an fades into the street. Shore, Cherokee don't cash
the felon's chips none; he confiscates 'em. Cherokee ain't quite so
tenderly romantic as to make good to a detected robber. Moreover, he
lets this Silver Phil go onharmed when by every roole his skelp is
forfeit. It turns out good for the camp, however, as this yere
experience proves so depressin' to Silver Phil he removes his blankets
to Red Dog. Thar among them purblind tarrapins, its inhabitants, it's
likely he gets prosperous an' ondetected action on that little old ha'r
copper of his.

"It's not only my beliefs, but likewise the opinions of sech joodicial
sports as Enright, Peets, an' Colonel Sterett, that this maverick,
Silver Phil, is all sorts of a crim'nal. An' I wouldn't wonder if he's