onblushin'ly date time! Thar it lays however, an' the two sharps
most onmoved tharby is Cherokee an' Holliday themse'fs.

"'Turn your game!' says this Holliday, when his money is down, an'
leanin' back to light a seegyar.

"Cherokee makes the turn. Never does I witness action so sudden an'
complete! It's shore the sharpest! The top kyard as the deck lays
in the box is a ten-spot. An' as the papers is shoved forth, how do
you-all reckon they falls! I'm a Mexican! if they don't come
seven-king! This Holliday wins all along; Cherokee is out thirty
thousand an' only three kyards showed! How's that for perishin'
flesh an' blood!

"I looks at Cherokee; his face 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.