I will never play another card, never no more!" "What--not in your whole life ?" said the Stockman, chin on hand, raising his eyebrows at the last word.
"Oh--in my whole _life_!" admitted Steve.

He drew a dollar from his pocket, balanced it on his thumb, and continued: "We will now invoke the arbitrament of chance to decide the destinies of nations.

Heads, I order an assortment of vines and fig trees, go back to the Jornado and become a cattle-king, I proceed to New-York-on-the-Hudson, by the Ess-Pee at 3:15 this A.M.presently, and arouse that somnolent city from its Rip Van Winkle." The coin went spinning to the ceiling.

"Tails!" said the Merchant, picking it up.

"I must warn my friends on Wall Street, Hello! this is a bad dollar!" "I'll keep it for a souvenir of the joyful occasion," said Steve.
"Just one more now, and we'll all go home!" "Hold on, you abandoned profligate!" said the Judge.