Then he turns off for a brief powwow with Faro Nell.
"'But thar's one thing you-all forgets, Cherokee,' says Nell.

'If he breaks you, he's got to go on an' break me.

I've a bundle of three thousand; he's got to get it all before ever the play is closed.
Tell this yere Holliday party that.' "Cherokee argues ag'in it; but Nell stamps 'round an' starts to weep some, an' at that, like every other troo gent, he gives in abject.
"'Thar's a bet I overlooks,' observes Cherokee, when he resoomes his talk with this Holliday; 'it's my partner.

It's only a little matter of three thousand, but the way the scheme frames itse'f up, after I'm down an' out, you'll have to break my partner before Wolfville's all your own.' "'That's eminent satisfactory,' returns this Holliday.

'An' I freely adds that your partner is a dead game sport to take so brief a fortune an'-- win all, lose all--go after more'n twenty times as much.
Your partner's a shore enough optimist that a-way.' "Cherokee don't make no retort.