I gave them the old "Bush" laugh, and said, "Boys, I believe you
are both bluffing, so I will raise you both $25." Then the old
one got out his money again and called. Tripp said, "You fellows
haven't got anything, and I will make you lay down; I will raise
it $100." He was right, so far as I was concerned, for he did make
me lay down. The old fellow said, "I'm still on hand, boys." So
out came the money again, but this time it took all there was in
the roll. He put up, and called the bet. Tripp had hardly time
to show his hand when the old fellow, feeling so confident, began
to pull her down. Tripp showed down the old four kings, saying,
"Hold on! old fellow; not quite so fast." He put up his last
hundred dollars to see that hand, and he saw it.
About this time our train was coming, so we grabbed our grips and
lit out. I saw the old gent talking to the conductor on the
platform, and then go into the smoker. We went into the ladies'
car, but in a short time I went over to take a smoke. I saw the
old fellow just across from where I was sitting. The conductor
came in and passed him without getting any ticket or fare, so when
he came back he sat down with a gentleman just in front of me, who
was the superintendent of the road. He asked the conductor why he
passed the old fellow. "Oh," says he, "He is one of us."
"One of us? That old seedy cuss?" said the superintendent.
"Yes, he has been out West running a freight on a salary," replied
the conductor.