"I never saw anything like it since McMaster's Night in Virginia
City, thirteen years ago. He's RIGHT."

"Well, perhaps so," the other replied, doubtfully, "but I don't
care to back you. I never 'staked' a man in my life."

"Then LEND me the money. I'll pay it back in an hour, but for
Heaven's sake be quick. I tell you he's as right as a golden
guinea. It's the lucky night of his life. Why, he turned over the
Black Jack game in four bets. In fifteen minutes more we can't get
close enough to a table to send in our money with a messenger-boy-
-every sport in camp will be here."

"I'll stake you to fifty," the second man replied, in a tone that
showed a trace of his companion's excitement.

So Glenister was gambling, the girl learned, and with such luck as
to break the Black Jack game and excite the greed of every gambler
in camp. News of his winnings had gone out into the street, and
the sporting men were coming to share his fortune, to fatten like
vultures on the adversity of their fellows. Those who had no money
to stake were borrowing, like the man next door.

She left her retreat, and, descending the stairs, was greeted by a
strange sight. The dance-hall was empty of all but the musicians,
who blew and fiddled lustily in vain endeavor to draw from the
rapidly swelling crowd that thronged the gambling-room and
stretched to the door. The press was thickest about a table midway
down the hall. Cherry could see nothing of what went on there, for