What will you give ?" "These two horses, and a century," said Bill, pointing to the animals ridden by himself and companion, and holding up a hundred-dollar bill which Pond had furnished him.
"O.

K.The house is yours!" said the man.

"Boys, put for timber, and we'll have another up by sunset." Bill and his companion dismounted, removed their blankets, arms, and saddle-bags into the house, gave up the horses and were at home.

It did not take long to settle there.
* * * * * * * * Night had fallen on the town of Deadwood, but not the calm which generally comes with night where the laborer is but too glad to greet the hour of rest.

Lights flashing through chinks in rude cabins, lights shimmering through canvas walls, songs, shouts, laughter, curses, and drunken yells made the place seem like a pandemonium on earth.
Almost every other structure, either tent, cabin, or more pretentious framed house, was either a saloon or gambling-hell, or both combined.
And all these seemed full.