Presently a little ragged Mexican boy came along the river trail, a particularly starved and poor-looking little fellow.

Bill called to him and gave him a handful of silver coins.

Speechless, dazed, he went his way hugging the money.
"I'll bet he drops some before he gits to the road," declared Bill.
"I'll bet he runs.

Hurry, you four-flush gamblers." Bill failed to interest any of his companions, and forthwith became sullen and silent.

Strangely his good humor departed in spite of the fact that he had won considerable.
Duane, watching the disgruntled outlaw, marveled at him and wondered what was in his mind.