CHAPTER III.
A WARNING.
When Wild Bill and Sam Chichester entered the saloon alluded to in our first chapter, they were hailed by several jovial-looking men, one of whom Wild Bill warmly responded to as California Joe, while he grasped the hand of another fine-looking young man whom he called Captain Jack.
"Come, Crawford," said he, addressing the last named, "let's wet up! I'm dry as an empty powder-horn!" "No benzine for me, Bill," replied Crawford, or "Captain Jack." "I've not touched a drop of the poison in six months." "What?
Quit drinking, Jack?
Is the world coming to an end ?" "I suppose it will sometime.

But that has nothing to do with my drinking.

I promised old Cale Durg to quit, and I've done it.

And I never took a better trail in my life.

I'm fresh as a daisy, strong as a full-grown elk, and happy as an antelope on a wide range." "All right, Jack.