Anyhow, she always has a man hangin' on, and has managed to secure some of the best mines in the camp.

She works 'em, too.

She's a pretty high roller, as they call 'em back in the States, but she helps the poor, and pays her debts like a man, and it's no call o' mine to pass judgment on her." The marshal's office was an old log shanty, one of the first to be built on the trail, and passing through the big front room in which two or three men were lounging, the marshal led his guests to his inner office and sleeping room.

A fire was blazing in a big stone fireplace.

Skins and dingy blankets were scattered about, and on the mantle stood a bottle and some dirty glasses.
"Sit down, gentlemen," said the marshal, "and have some liquor." After they were served and cigars lighted, the marshal began: "Mose, I want you to serve as my deputy." Mose was taken by surprise and did not speak for a few moments.