When things is about straight, and we get down to the lead, I'm going to send for her." "And Kate ?" queried Mr.Hamlin, with his previous smile.
Mr.Brown of Calaveras essayed an archness of glance, to cover his confusion, which his weak face and whisky-muddled intellect but poorly carried out, and said: "Damn it, Jack, a man must have a little liberty, you know.

But come, what do you say to a little game?
Give us a show to double this hundred." Jack Hamlin looked curiously at his fatuous friend.

Perhaps he knew that the man was predestined to lose the money, and preferred that it should flow back into his own coffers rather than any other.

He nodded his head, and drew his chair toward the table.

At the same moment there came a rap upon the door.
"It's Kate," said Mr.Brown.
Mr.Hamlin shot back the bolt, and the door opened.