The better I looks, the longer Tucson Jennie loves me; an' I'm out to reetain that lady's heart at any cost." No, I don't onbend in no response,' goes on Boggs.

'Them accoosations of Dave about me honin' for said bauble is oncalled for.

I'd no more pack a opal than I'd cut for deal an' embark on a game of seven-up with a ghost.

As I states, the luck of opals is black.' "'I was wont to think so,' says Enright, 'but thar once chances a play, the same comin' off onder my personal notice, that shakes my convictions on that p'int.

Thar's a broke-down sport--this yere's long ago while I'm briefly sojournin' in Socorro--who's got a opal, an' he one day puts it in hock with a kyard sharp for a small stake.