XVIII. PLAYED BY THE BOOK 227 XIX. ONLY ONE SURE WAY TO WIN 243 XX. KENNEY’S ROYAL FLUSH 253 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE “THERE WAS NO NEED, HOWEVER, OF ANOTHER SHOT” (_See page 36_) _Frontispiece_ “JUST THEN THE REPORT OF A PISTOL-SHOT RANG OUT” 56 “‘YE HAVE SIX CARDS IN YER HAND, YE SPALPEEN’” 112 “IN PAYING FOR THE DRINKS STUMPY SHOWED A ROLL OF RESPECTABLE SIZE” 150 “‘WITH ONE HAND HE GRABBED WINTERBOTTOM’S GUN WHILE HE PUT THE MONEY IN HIS POCKET WITH THE OTHER’” 210 “‘BUT CERTAINLY YOU AIN’T GOIN’ TO BET ON THAT HAND?’” 268 STAND PAT I A NEW POKER DECK It was with entire unanimity, though without haste or undue excitement, that the male population of Brownsville emerged from the various buildings on the street when the hoarse whistle of the _Rosa Lee_ was heard at about five o’clock one afternoon in June of 1881. The feminine portion of the community was seldom in evidence, but such glimpses as a stranger might enjoy were to be had at the same time, for the women came to their doors and looked out, listlessly, indeed, but with as much interest as they ever displayed in anything short of a fight such as occasionally disturbed the normal quietude of the place. It was noticeable that the men who came forth and who made their way toward the landing all paused at the barroom near the wharf. There was ample time to attend to such business as the boat might bring, for she would not arrive for half an hour, at least, and the barroom was handily located for a meeting-place. No great amount of money had been squandered on the decorations of this particular temple of Bacchus, but such furniture as was deemed essential had been provided, and the main piece of it, outside of the bar itself, was a circular table about four feet in diameter, covered with what had once been green baize. It had suffered long from rough usage, but was still serviceable. Around this table, as the citizens of Brownsville straggled in, they saw four men sitting with cards in their hands and chips in front of them. One was Long Mike, whose nickname was no mark of disrespect, since he was the richest and most influential man in town, but whose enormous height and general appearance made it impossible to call him anything else, once the nickname was uttered. Wherefore, his surname, if he had one, had been by general consent, forgotten. Another was Gallagher, his foreman. A third was a man with one eye only, who dealt cards with singular deftness, and was never known to do any manual labour.