I can see his bluff about Cherokee bein' weak has done decided her mind.
"'Cherokee does right,' says Nell to Dan, 'like Cherokee allers does.
An' I'll do the same as Cherokee.

Stranger,' goes on Nell, turnin' from Dan to this Holliday; 'go as far as you likes.

The bridle's off the hoss.' "'An' much obleeged to you, Miss!' says this Holliday, with another of them p'lite bows.

'As the kyards goes in the box, I makes you the same three bets I makes first to Mister Hall.

Ten thousand, coppered, in the pot; ten thousand, open, in the big squar'; an' ten thousand on the high kyard, coppered.' "'An' now as then,' says Nell, sort o' catchin' her breath, 'the ten-spot's the soda kyard!' "Son, it won't happen ag'in in a billion years! Nell's right hand shakes a trifle--she's only a child, mind, an' ain't got the nerves that goes with case-hardened sports--as she shoves the ten-spot forth.