I got run out of Cheyenne, but I'll never run again.

I was only a kid then.

After you throw 'em down, come out West and round up the cowboys.

They won't play any underhanded games on you, and mebbe you can do them some good--especially on gambling.

They are sure enough idiots about cards." They went down to breakfast together, but did not sit together.
Jack and Harold talked in low voices about Mr.Excell.
"The old man looks pretty well run down, don't he ?" said Harold.
"He worries a whole lot about you." "He needn't to.