It was that of Addie Neidic, and he knew she was able to keep her word.
Wild Bill had heard the whisper, and his face was white with rage, for he thought the bank would succumb before it would risk another chance with his wonderful luck.
But he let his money lay where he put it, and cried out to the banker to go on with his game if he dared.
The latter; with firm set lips, cried out: "Game ready, gentlemen--game ready." The cards were drawn, and once more Wild Bill had won.
Coolly, as if money was no more than waste paper, Bill gathered up the pile, and began to thrust it away in his pockets, when the disguised woman, Addie Neidic, thrust a roll of thousand dollar notes into the hands of the banker, and cried out: "This bank is good for fifty thousand dollars.

Let no braggart go away and say he has bluffed the bank, till he breaks it!" Wild Bill trembled from head to foot.
"I know you!" he hissed.

"You are the woman who bluffed me at the livery-stable.

I'll win your fifty thousand dollars, and then blow the top of any man's head off who'll take your part!" "Play, don't boast; put up your money!" was the scornful reply.
In an instant Bill put every dollar he had won, every cent he had in the world, and a gold watch on top of that, on the Jack.
Not another man around the table made a bet.

A pin could have been heard, had it fallen to the floor, so complete was the silence.
The banker cried out, "Game ready," and slowly drew the cards.
"Jack loses!" he cried, a second after, and Bill's pile, watch and all, was raked in.
"Devil! woman or not, you shall die for this!" he shouted, and his hand went to his belt.
But even as his hand touched his pistol, he heard that fearful whisper, "sister," and saw a white face, wreathed in auburn hair rise over Addie Neidic's shoulder, and with a groan, or a groaning cry of terror, he fell back insensible to the floor..