"Didn't they cant like a pair of hypocrites, and turn hundreds of their workmen against coming in to play in my place?
Didn't these young hounds keep me from winning thousands of dollars of railroad money?
Ash, I tell you, these young fellows have hit me hard! First, they broke up my games.
Next, they talked their men out of going into Paloma and spending money for drink.

Why, Ash, next thing you know, they would have brought missionaries to Paloma to convert men and to build churches!" As Ashby glared at the unconscious boys from under his black brows he looked as though he believed them capable of all the wickedness that Jim Duff's imagination had charged against them.
"I can't wait!" groaned the hotel man.

"Just one barrel of shot apiece into each of 'em!" "No, no, no, Ash! Haven't I always been your good friend ?" "You surely have, Jim Duff," admitted the mad hotel man.

"You're the one man alive to-night that I'd trust." "Then trust me a little further," coaxed the gambler virtuously.

"Trust to my brains tonight, George, and you'll feast on revenge!" "But you keep me waiting so long for it!" complained the lunatic.
"Don't you trust me, George ?" "You know I do, Jim Duff." "Then trust me a little longer.