"I reckons Cherokee Hall an" me discusses how wrong gamblin" is hundreds of times on leesure days; we frequent talks of it immoderate. Cherokee"s views an" mine is side an" side, mostly, although, makin" his livin" turnin" kyards, of course he"s more qualified to speak than me.
""Which I sh.o.r.e finds nothin" wrong in farobank," says Cherokee.
"Thar"s times, however, when some sport who"s locoed by bad luck, or thinks he"s wronged gets diffusive with his gun. At sech epocks this device has its burdens, I concedes. But I don"t perceive no immorality; none whatever."
"Yes, now you asks the question, I does inform you a while back of this Cherokee Hall bein" p.r.o.ne to charity. He never is much of a talker, but in his way he"s a mighty gregar"ous gent. About some things he"s game as hornets, Cherokee is; but his nerve fails him when it comes to seein" other people suffer. He can stand bad luck himse"f, an" never turn a ha"r; but no one else"s bad luck.
"It ain"t once a week, but it"s every day, when this yere gray-eyed sport is robbin" his roll for somebody who"s settin" in ag"inst disaster. Fact; Cherokee"s a heap weak that a-way.
"Of course, turnin" faro, Cherokee knows who has money an" who needs it; keeps tab, so to speak, on the fluctooations of the camp"s finances closer"n anybody. The riches an" the poverty of Wolfville is sort o" exposin" itse"f "round onder his nose; it"s a open book to him; an" the knowledge of who"s flat, or who"s flush, is thrust onto him continyoous. As I says, bein" some sentimental about them hard ships of others, the information costs Cherokee hard onto a diurnal stack or two.
""Which you"re too impulsive a whole lot," I argues onct when a profligate he"s staked, an" who reports himse"f as jumpin" sideways for grub previous, goes careerin" over to the dance hall with them alms he"s wrung, an" proceeds on a debauch. "You oughter not allow them ornery folks to do you. If you"d cultivate the habit of lettin"
every gent go a-foot till he can buy a hoss, you"d clean up for a heap more at the end of the week. Now this ingrate whose hand you stiffens ain"t buyin" nothin" but nose-paint tharwith."
""Which the same plants no regrets with me," says Cherokee, all careless an" indifferent. "If this person is sufferin" for whiskey worse"n he"s sufferin" for bread, let him loose with the whiskey.
The money"s his. When I gives a gent a stake, thar"s nothin" held back. I don"t go playin" the despot as to how he blows it. If this yere party I relieves wants whiskey an" is buyin" whiskey, I approves his play. If I"ve a weakness at all, it"s for seein" folks fetterless an" free."
"While holdin" Cherokee"s views erroneous, so far as he seeks to apply "em to paupers tankin" up on donations, still I allows it"s dealin" faro which has sp"iled him; an" as you can"t make no gent over new, I quits an" don"t buck his notions about dispensin"
charity no more. "Thar"s times when this yere Cherokee Hall caroms on a gent who"s high-strung that a-way, an" won"t take no donations; which this yere sport may be plenty needy to the p"int of perishin", too. That"s straight; thar"s nachers which is that reluctant about aid, they simply dies standin" before they"ll ever ask.
"Once or twice when Cherokee crosses up with one of these yere sensitif souls, an" who"s in distress, he never says a word about givin" him anythin"; he turns foxy an" caps him into a little poker.
An" in the course of an hour--for he has to go slow an" cunnin", so he don"t arouse the victim to suspicions that he"s bein" played-- Cherokee"ll disarrange things so he loses a small stake to him. When he"s got this distressed gent"s finances reehabilitated some, he shoves out an" quits.
""An" you can put it flat down," remarks Cherokee, who"s sooperst.i.tious, "I never loses nothin" nor quits behind on these yere benevolences. Which I oft observes that Providence comes back of my box before ever the week"s out, an" makes good."
""I once knows a sport in Laredo," says Texas Thompson, to whom Cherokee is talkin", "an" is sort o" intimate with him. He"s holdin"
to somethin" like your system, too, an" plays it right along.
Whenever luck"s ag"in him to a p"int where he"s lost half his roll, he breaks the last half in two an" gives one part to some charity racket. he tells me himse"f he"s been addicted to this scheme so long it"s got to be a appet.i.te, an" that he never fails to win himse"f outen the hole with what"s left. You bet! I believes it; I sees this hold-up do it."
"I ain"t none sh.o.r.e thar ain"t some bottom to them bluffs which Cherokee an" Texas puts up about Providence stockin" a deck your way, an" makin" good them gifts. At least, thar"s times when it looks like it a heap. An" what I"ll now relate shows it.
"One time Cherokee has it sunk deep in his bosom to he"p a gent named Ellis to somethin" like a yellow stack, so he can pull his freight for home. He"s come spraddlin" into the West full of hope, an" allowin" he"s goin" to get rich in a day. An" now when he finds how the West is swift an" hard to beat, he"s homesick to death.
"But Ellis ain"t got the dinero. Now Cherokee likes him--for Ellis is a mighty decent form of shorthorn--an" concloodes, all by himse"f, he"ll stand in on Ellis" destinies an" fix "em up a lot.
Bein" as Ellis is a easy maverick to wound, Cherokee decides it"s better to let him think he wins the stuff, an" not lacerate him by no gifts direct. Another thing, this yere Ellis tenderfoot is plumb contrary; he"s sh.o.r.e contrary to the notch of bein" cap"ble of declinin" alms absoloote.
"To make certain Ellis is got rid of, an" headed homeward happy, Cherokee pulls on a little poker with Ellis; an" he takes in Dan Boggs on the play, makin" her three-handed, that a-way for a blind.
Dan is informed of the objects of the meetin", an" ain"t allowin" to more"n play a dummy hand tharin.
"This yere Ellis makes a tangle at first, wantin to play faro-bank; but Cherokee, who can"t control no faro game like he can poker, says "No;" he"s dead weary of faro, turnin" it day an" dark; right then he is out for a little stretch at poker as mere relief. Also Dan objects strenyoous.
""Which I don"t have no luck at faro-bank," says Dan. "I does nothin" but lose for a month; I"m made sullen by it. The only bet I stands to win at faro, for plumb four weeks, is a hundred dollars which I puts on a case queen, coppered, over in Tucson the other day. An" I lose that. I"m a hoss-thief if, exackly as the queen is comin" my way, that locoed Tucson marshal don"t take a slam at a gent with his six-shooter an" miss; an" the bullet, which is dodgin"
an" meanderin" down the room, crosses the layout between the dealer an" me, an" takes the top chip off my bet. An" with it goes the copper. Before I can restore them conditions, the queen falls to lose; an" not havin" no copper on my bet, of course, I"m impoverished for that hundred as aforesaid. You knows the roole-- every bet goes as it lays. Said statoote is fully in force in Tucson; an" declinin" to allow anythin" for wild shootin" by that fool marshal, them outcasts corrals my chips. "However do I know thar"s an accident?" says the dealer, as he rakes in that queen bet, while I"m expoundin" why it should be comin" to me. "Mebby she"s an accident, an" mebby ag"in that hom"cide who"s bustin" "round yere with his gun, is in league with you-all, an" shoots that copper off designful, thinkin" the queen"s comin" the other way. If accidents is allowed to control in faro-bank, the house would never win a chip." So," concloodes Dan, "they gets away with my hundred, invokin" strict rooles onto me. While I can"t say they ain"t right, I makes up my mind my luck"s too rank for faro, an" registers vows not to put a peso on another layout for a year. As the time limit ain"t up, I can"t buck faro-bank none; but if you an" Ellis, Cherokee, can tol"rate a little draw, I"m your onmurmurin" dupe."
"As I relates prior, the play is to let Ellis win a home-stake an"
quit. At last they begins, Ellis seein" thar"s no chance for faro- bank. Dan plays but little; usual, he merely picks up his kyards, cusses a lot, an" pa.s.ses out. Now an" then, when it"s his ante, or Cherokee stays out for the looks of the thing, Dan goes to the front an" sweetens Ellis for a handful of chips.
"Little by little, by layin" down good hands, breakin" pa"rs before a draw, an" gen"rally carryin" on tail-first an" scand"lous, Cherokee an" Dan is gettin" a few layers of fat on Ellis" ribs. But they has to lay low to do it. Oh! he"d kick over the table in a second if he even smells the play.
"Now yere"s where Providence makes its deboo. It happens while these charities is proceedin", a avaricious gent--a stranger within our gates, he is--after regyardin" the game awhile, takes to deemin" it easy. The avaricious gent wants in; an" as Ellis, who"s a heap elated at his luck an" is already talkin" of the killin" he"s makin", says "Yes," an" as Dan an" Cherokee can"t say "No" without bein" onp"lite, the avaricious gent b.u.t.ts in. It all disturbs Cherokee, who"s a nervous sharp; an" when he sees how greedy the avaricious gent is for what he deems to be a sh.o.r.e thing, he concloodes to drop him plenty hard. "It"s four-hand poker now, an"
the game wags on for a dozen hands. Dan is in hard luck; Cherokee on his part gets driven out each hand; an" Ellis an" the avaricious gent is doin" what little winnin"s bein" done, between "em. It"s evident by this time, too, the avaricious gent"s layin" for Cherokee. This oninstructed person looks on Cherokee as both imbecile an" onlucky to boot.
"The avaricious gent gets action suddener than he thinks. It"s a jack pot. She goes by Ellis an" Dan; then Cherokee breaks her for the limit, two bloo chips, the par value whereof is ten dollars.
""You breaks for ten?" says the avaricious gent, who"s on Cherokee"s left an" has the last say; "well, I sees the break an" lifts it the limit." An" the avaricious gent puts up four bloos. Ellis an" Dan, holdin" nothin" an" gettin" crafty, ducks.
"When the avaricious gent puts up his four bloo beans, Cherokee does somethin" no one ever sees him do before. He gets quer"lous an"
complainin", an" begins to fuss a lot over his bad luck.
""What did you-all come in for?" he says to the avaricious gent, as peevish as a sick infant. "You sees me settin" yere in the muddiest of luck; can"t you a-bear to let me win a pot? You ain"t got no hand to come in on neither, an" I"ll bet on it. You jest nacherally stacks in, relyin" on bluffin" me, or out-luckin" me on the draw.
Well, you can"t bluff; I"ll see this yere through," says Cherokee, puttin" up two more sky-colored beans an" actin" like he"s gettin"
heated, "if it takes my last chip. As I do, however, jest to onmask you an" show my friends, as I says, that you ain"t got a thing, I"ll wager you two on the side, right now, that the pa"r of jacks I breaks on, is bigger than the hand on which you comes in an" makes that two-b.u.t.ton tilt." As he says this, Cherokee regyards the avaricious gent like he"s plumb disgusted.
"It turns out, when Cherokee makes this yere long an" fretful break, the avaricious gent"s holdin" a brace of kings. He"s delighted with Cherokee"s uproar, an" thinks how soft, an" what a case of open- work, he is.
""You offers two bloos I can"t beat a pa"r of jacks?" says the avaricious gent. Which he"s plumb wolf, an" out for every drop of blood!
""That"s what I says," replies Cherokee, some sullen.
""I goes you," says the avaricious gent, showin" a pa"r of kings.
""Thar you be," snarls Cherokee, with a howl like a sore-head dog, a-chuckin" the avaricious gent a couple of chips; "thar you go ag"in! I can"t beat nothin"; which I couldn"t beat a drum! "The avaricious gent c"llects them two azure bones; after which he diskyards three, drawin" to his two kings, an" sets back to win the main pot. He sh.o.r.e concloodes it"s a red letter round-up for him.
""I reckons now that I knows what you has," says Cherokee, displayin" a ace in a foolish way, "I upholds this yere ace on the side an" asks for two kyards."
"The avaricious gent adds a third king to his list an" feels like sunny weather. Cherokee picks up his hand after the draw, an" the avaricious gent, who"s viewin" him sharp, notes that he looks a heap morbid.
"All at once Cherokee braces up mighty savage, like he"s ugly an"
desp"rate about his bad luck.
""If this yere limit was any size at all, a blooded gent might stand some show. Which I"d bluff you outen your moccasins if I wasn"t reepressed by a limit whereof a child should be ashamed. I sh.o.r.e don"t know how I mislays my se"f-respect to sech a pitch as to go settin" into these yere paltry plays."
""Which you see yere a lot!" says the avaricious gent, shakin" with delight, an" lookin" at them three crowned heads he holds; "don"t howl all night about a wrong what"s so easy to rectify. We removes the limits, an" you can spread your pinions an" soar to any alt.i.toode you please."
"Cherokee looks at him hateful as a murderer; he seems like he"s bein" goaded. Then, like he"s made up his mind to die right yere, Cherokee turns in without no more words an" bets five hundred dollars. It makes Ellis, who"s new an" plumb poor that a-way, sort o" draw a long breath.
""Which you"ll climb some for this pot if you gets it," says Cherokee, after his money"s up; an" his tones is sh.o.r.e resentful.
"The avaricious gent thinks it"s a bluff. He deems them three kings good. Cherokee most likely don"t better by the draw. If he does, it"s nothin" worse than aces up, or a triangle of jacks. That"s the way this sordid sport lines up Cherokee"s hand. ""Merely to show you the error of your ways," he remarks, "an" to teach you to lead a "happier an" a better life, I sees your five hundred an" raises her back the same." An" the avaricious gent counts off a thousand dollars. "Thar," he says when it"s up, "now go as far as you like.
Make it a ceilin" play if the sperit moves you."
""I sees it an" lifts her for five hundred more," retorts Cherokee.
An" he shoves his dust to the center. "Cherokee"s peevishness is gone, an" his fault-findin" is over. He"s turned as confident an"
easy as a old shoe.
"It strikes the avaricious gent as alarmin", this quick switch in the way Cherokee feels. It"s cl"ar, as one looks in his face, that them trio of kings ain"t no sech monstrosities as they was. He ain"t half so sh.o.r.e they wins. After lookin" a while he says, an" his tones shows he"s plumb doobious:
""That last raise over-sizes me."
""That"s it!" groans Cherokee, like his contempt for all mankind is comin" back. "By the time I gets a decent hand every sport at the table"s broke. What show do I have! However, I pinches down to meet your poverty. Put up what stuff you has."