"I will raise you $500," and I put up the amount in my friend's
hands.
"What's that? What yer put up $500 agin my $10 for?"
My friend told him he would have to put up $500 more, or he would
lose his $10.
"Wall, I'll be gol darned; I haint goin' to be backed out, fur if
the boys in Greenups would hear on't they wouldn't speak to me when
I go back thar."
He put up $500 more, then mixed the cards, and I turned the winner.
Everybody roared with laughter. Old Jack turned around, looked at
the crowd for a moment, then said:
"You fellars kin laugh at me just's much as yer like, but I don't
'low no man to back me down."
He then told the barkeeper to bring him a dram.
I said to my friend: "That old fool will lose all his money before
he gets to Texas, and I may as well have it as any one else."