Jew Mose and myself were once traveling on the Missouri Railroad,
having headquarters at Cheyenne and making a good deal of money,
when one evening I picked up a man on the sleeper and beat him out
of $1,200. That game settled our hash, for he proved to be one of
the directors of the road, and as soon as he reached Omaha he had
a lot of handbills printed and hung up in the cars, not only
prohibiting gambling, but that conductors permitting the game on
their cars would be at once discharged. I was then running a game
in Greer Brothers' Gold Room Saloon, and occasionally slipped out
and started a game on some of the trains. There were a dozen cow-
boys aboard one night, when Mose opened out and took in a couple
of them. They began to drink heavily, and then resolved to make
the gambler disgorge. I expected fun, so I told Mose to get off
and jump on the engine at the first station. He was none too quick,
for the boys went through the train and never found him; but they
never said a word to me, as they supposed I was a sucker like
themselves, for at the time I was very roughly dressed. These cow-
boys, while very blustering when on the trains, were peaceable
enough when they entered a gambling-house; for the gamblers would
stand no foolishness with them, and were always prepared to draw
at a second's warning.