He knew no other.

It drew a murmur of amusement from the room and a snarl from Hurley.
"Put on skirts, kid, and join the Salvation Army, but don't get yourself messed all up in here.

This is my party, and I'm damned particular who I invite! Now, run along!" The head of Pierre tilted back, and he burst into laughter which troubled even Hurley.
The gambler blurted: "What's happening to you, kid ?" "I've been making a lot of good resolutions, Mr.Hurley, about keeping out of trouble; but here I am in it up to the neck." "No trouble as long as you keep your hand out of another man's game, kid." "That's it.

I can't see you rob Mr.Cochrane like this.

You aren't gambling--you're digging gold.