"Gambling is bad business." It grew on to dusk when Robert E.Lee Carr rejoined them; it was pitch dark when they came to the Carr camp-fire at Hospital Springs, close beside the trail; when they reached Cobre, supper-time was over.
At the Mountain House Stanley ordered a special supper cooked for him, with real potatoes and cow milk.

Dewing refused a drink, pleading his profession; and Stanley left his fat wallet in the Mountain House safe.
"Well, I'll say good-night now," said Dewing.

"See you after supper ?" "Oh, I'll side you a ways yet.

Goin' up to the shack to unsaddle.

Always like to have my horse eat before I do.