He was notoriously a lucky digger, but his earnings went as fast as they were made, and he was always ready to open his belt and give a bountiful pinch of dust to any mate down on his luck.
One evening Dick was more helpless and confused than usual.

The saloon was full, and he had been shouted at and badgered and cursed until he scarcely knew what he was doing.

High play was going on in the saloon, and a good many men were clustered round the table, Red George was having a run of luck, and there was a big pile of gold dust on the table before him.

One of the gamblers who was losing had ordered old rye, and instead of bringing it to him, Dick brought a tumbler of hot liquor which someone else had called for.

With an oath the man took it up and threw it in his face.
"You cowardly hound!" Red George exclaimed.