Sometimes they'd jar th' board an' they'd all be kings an' then they'd have a cussin' match," replied Hopalong, once more restored to good humor.
"Why," responded Jimmy, "he counted his wealth over twice by mistake an' shore raised a howl when he went to blow it--thought he's been robbed, an' laid behind th' houses fer a week lookin' fer th' feller that done it." "I've heard of that cuss--he shore was th' limit.

What become of him ?" Asked the miner.
"He ambled up to Laramie an' stuck his head in th' window of that joint by th' plaza an' hollered 'Fire,' an' they did.

He was shore a good feller, all th' same," answered the bartender.

Hopalong laughed and started for the door.

Turning around he looked at his miner friend and asked: "Comin' along?
I'm goin' back now." "Nope.