"'Miss,' says this Holliday, 'I feels honoured to find myse'f across
the layout from so much sperit an' beauty. A limit of one hundred,
says you; an' your word is law! As a first step then, give me three
thousand dollars worth of chips an' make 'em fifty dollars each.
I'll take the same chance with you on that question of splits I does
former, an' I wants a hundred on every kyard, middle to win ag'in the
ends.'

"The deal begins; Nell is winner from the jump; she takes in three
bets to lose one plumb down to the turn. This Holliday calls the
turn for the limit; an' loses. The kyards go into the box ag'in an'
a next deal ensooes. So it continyoos; an' Nell beats this Holliday
hard for half a hour. Nell sees she's in luck; an' she feels that
strong she concloods to press it some.

"'The limit's five hundred!' says Nell to this Holliday. 'Come after
me!'

"Holliday bows like he's complimented. 'I'm after you; an' I comes
a-runnin',' he says.

"Down goes his money all over the lay-out; only now its five hundred
instead of one hundred.

"It's no avail, this Holliday still loses. At the end of a hour Nell
sizes up her roll; she's a leetle over forty thousand strong; jest
where Cherokee stands at the start.

"Nell pauses as she's about to put the deck in the box for a deal.
She looks at this Holliday a heap thoughtful. That look excites Dan