Bill walked up and began his talk about where he had been, where
he was going, and how he had lost his money. He got out his tickets
and showed us how the game was played. We bet the drinks and
cigars. I lost $100, then I put a spot on the baby and won $500.
The bull-driver began to get nervous, and finally offered to bet
$500 he could turn over the baby.
Bill thought his time had come, so he said, "I'll just go you $5,000
that you can't turn the baby."
The driver got out his big roll and counted out $5,000. Bill
counted out $4,200, but I called it $5,000.
Mr. "Bull-driver" then said to me, "If I win that money, I'm going
to have it; if I lose it, all right; but I won't stand any
foolishness."
Old Bill gave one of those peculiar chuckles, saying, "All right;
if you win her, you shall have it." He then mixed them up as well
as I ever saw him do it in my life, and when he was ready the driver
made a grab and we both thought he was going for the one with the
spot on it; but I be darned if he didn't grab up the one with the
baby on it, just as he said he would. Then he turned to me and
said, "Hand over that money, for I won it."