Cherokee takes in that ten thousand dollar chip.
"'Bein's that I'm still playin' on velvet,' remarks this Holliday, an' his tone is listless an' languid like he's only half interested, 'I'll go twenty thousand on the high kyard, open.

This trip we omits the copper.' "The first kyard to show is a deuce.

It's better than ten to one Cherokee will win.

But disapp'intment chokes the camp; the next kyard is a ace, an' Cherokee's swept off his moccasins.

The bank is broke; and to signify as much, Cherokee turns his box on its side, counts over forty thousand dollars to this Holliday an' gets up from the dealer's cha'r.
"As Cherokee rises, Faro Nell slides off the lookout's stool an' into the vacated cha'r.