This Holliday ain't posted none that the partner Cherokee's mentionin' is Faro Nell, an' Cherokee allows he won't onbosom himse'f on that p'int onless his hand is forced.
"When the time arrives to open the game, the heft of Wolfville's public is gathered at the Red Light.

The word goes 'round as to the enterprisin' Holliday bein' out for Cherokee's entire game; an' the prospect of seein' a limit higher than a cat's back, an' a dooel to the death, proves mighty pop'lar.

The play opens to a full house, shore! "'What limit do you give me ?' says this Holliday, with a sort o' cough, at the same time settin' in opposite to Cherokee.

'Be lib'ral; I ain't more'n a year to live, an' I've got to play 'em high an' hard to get average action.

If I'm in robust health now, with a long, useful life before me, the usual figgers would do.