Wild Bill went in on the spree with a rush, as if he wished to drown the remembrance of his late fright, and despite the cautions of his friend, Captain Jack, who strove hard to keep him within bounds. California Joe of course was in his element, and in a little while all the party became so turbulent that Crawford left them in disgust. For, as Addie Neidic had said of him, despite his associations, he was a gentleman. By midnight every saloon had been visited, and many of them pretty well cleaned out, and now Bill proposed to go and break a faro bank that some of the party spoke of. "I have seven hundred dollars left out of a thousand my woman gave me before I started," said he. "I'll lose that, or break the bank; see if I don't." All of the party who were sober enough went with Bill, and soon he was before the green board. Without even waiting to get the run of the game, be planked a hundred dollars on the king, and lost. Without a word, he put two hundred dollars more on the same card, and won. He left the four hundred down, and in another turn he had eight hundred. "Luck is with me, boys!" He shouted. "I'll break the bank! Let her swing for the king once more, Mr. Dealer!" To the wonder of all, though it was the last turn of the cards, the king won, and Wild Bill picked up sixteen hundred dollars. His friends now urged him to quit, but the demon of the game had entered his soul, and he swore, with a terrible oath, that he would play till he broke the bank, or was broke himself. A new pack was now put in the box, and once more the dealer cried out: "Make your bets gentlemen--make year bets! The game is ready!" Bill, with a reckless bravado, as much of rum as of his own nature, again laid all his winnings on one card--this time the queen. And with wonderful luck--it could be nothing else--he again doubled his pile, this time his gains being thirty-two hundred dollars. "Stop now, Bill!" cried California Joe, "This can't last!" "It shall last! The bank can't stand more than two more such pulls!" shouted Bill, wildly. And again on the same card he staked his entire winnings. The dealer and banker were one; he turned pale, but when all bets were down, he pulled his cards without a tremor in his hand. But a groan broke from his lips as the queen once more came out on the winning side. Once more Bill's stakes were doubled, and this time he changed his card. The banker hesitated. His capital would hardly cover the pile if Bill won again. "Keep on," whispered a voice in his ear; "if he breaks you, I'll stake your bank." The banker looked up and saw, though she was disguised in male attire, a face he well knew. 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.