And so I swear once more, by the mill-tails of hell and the head of John the Baptist, I'll never hit for the Outside till I make my pile.

And I tell you-all, here and now, it's got to be an almighty big pile." "How much might you call a pile ?" Bettles demanded from beneath, his arms clutched lovingly around Daylight's legs.
"Yes, how much?
What do you call a pile ?" others cried.
Daylight steadied himself for a moment and debated.

"Four or five millions," he said slowly, and held up his hand for silence as his statement was received with derisive yells.

"I'll be real conservative, and put the bottom notch at a million.

And for not an ounce less'n that will I go out of the country." Again his statement was received with an outburst of derision.