"This Indian business is a bad job for you then." His eyes fell on his seatmate.

"Well, if this is n't little Gonzales!--You 've got a good ways from home." "Si, senor!" returned the Mexican brokenly.

"I tink I not remem." "No, I reckon not.

I'm not one of your class; cards and I never did agree.

I shut up your game once down at Union; night Hassinger was killed.