CHAPTER III.
How Faro Nell Dealt Bank.
"Riches," remarked the Old Cattleman, "riches says you! Neither you-all nor any other gent is competent to state whether in the footure he amasses wealth or not.

The question is far beyond the throw of your rope." My friend's tone breathed a note of strong contradiction while his glance was the glance of experience.

I had said that I carried no hope of becoming rich; that the members of my tribe were born with their hands open and had such hold of money as a riddle has of water.
It was this which moved him to expostulatory denial.
"This matter of wealth, that a-way," he continued, "is a mighty sight a question of luck.

Shore, a gent has to have capacity to grasp a chance an' savey sufficient to get his chips down right.

But this chance, an' whether it offers itse'f to any specific sport, is frequent accident an' its comin' or failure to come depends on conditions over which the party about to be enriched ain't got no control.