Here's my boodle." At the mention of the betting a little circle cleared around Perris and from every side hands full of greenbacks were thrust forward.

The latter pushed back his sombrero and scratched his head, apparently deep in thought.
"It's a speech, boys," cried Arizona Charley, supporting himself on the shoulder of a friend.

"Give Red air; give him room; he's going to make a speech! And then we'll pay him for what he's got to say." There was much laughter, much slapping of backs.
"That's Arizona," remarked Corson.

"Ain't he a game loser ?" "He's a fine fellow," said the girl, with emotion.

"My heart goes out to him!" "Does it, now ?" wondered Corson.