He excused himself to the Innocent by saying that he had "often been a week without sleep." "Doing what ?" asked Tom.

"Poker!" replied Oakhurst, sententiously; "when a man gets a streak of luck,--nigger luck--he don't get tired.

The luck gives in first.

Luck," continued the gambler, reflectively, "is a mighty queer thing.

All you know about it for certain is that it's bound to change.