treet an' no
more heed or recognition than if Wolfville's chief is the last Mexican
to come no'th of the line. Then later Dave is effoosive an' goes about
riotin' in the s'ciety of every gent whereof he cuts the trail. One
day he won't drink; an' the next he's tippin' the canteen from sun-up
till he's claimed by sleep. Which he gets us mighty near distracted;
no one can keep a tab on him. What with them silences an'
volyoobilities, sobrieties an' days of drink, an' all in bewilderin'
alternations, he's shore got us goin' four ways at once.

"'In spite of the fact,' continyooes Dan Boggs when we're turnin'
Dave's conduct over in our minds an' rummagin' about for reasons; 'in
spite of the fact, I says, that I'm plenty posted in advance that I'm
up ag'inst a gen'ral shout of derision on account of me bein'
sooperstitious, I'm yere to offer two to one Dave's hoodooed.
Moreover, I can name the hoodoo.'

"'Whatever is it then?' asks Texas Thompson; 'cut her freely loose an'
be shore of our solemn consid'ration.'

"'It's opals,' says Boggs. 'Them gems as every well-instructed gent is
aware is the very spent of bad luck. Dave's wearin' one in his shirt
right now. It's that opal pin wherewith he decks himse'f recent while
he's relaxin' with nosepaint in Tucson. I'm with him at the time an' I
says to him: "Dave, I wouldn't mount that opal none. Which all opals
is implacable hoodoos, an' it'll likely conjure up your rooin." But I
might as well have addressed that counsel to a buffalo bull for all the
respectful heed I gains. Dave gives me a grin, shets one eye plenty
cunnin', an' retorts: "Dan, you're envious; you wants that ornament
yourse'f an' you're out to try an make me diskyard it in your favour.
Sech schemes, Dan, can't make the landin'. Opals that a-way is as
harmless as bull snakes. Also, I knows what becomes my looks; an'
while I ain't vain, still, bein' married as you're aware, it's wisdom
in me to seize every openin' for enhancin' my pulcritoode. The better
I looks, the longer Tucson Jennie loves me; an' I'm out to reetain that
lady's heart at any cost." No, I don't onbend in no response,' goes on
Boggs. 'Them accoosations of Dave about me honin' for said bauble is
oncalled for. I'd no more pack a opal than I'd cut for deal an' embark
on a game of seven-up with a ghost. As I states, the luck of opals is
black.'

"'I was wont to think so,' says Enright, 'but thar once chances a play,
the same comi