to pay it to him."

"Money you lost gambling with Duff?" questioned Hawkins.

"It's a debt of honor that I owe Mr. Duff," Farnsworth replied, flushing
considerably.

"Son, take one little hint from me," continued Hawkins. "No money ever
lost to a gambler in card playing is a debt of honor. It's merely the
liability of a chump and a fool. No gambler ever uses any real honor.
Men of honor work for the money that they need or want. Duff had a
smooth way of talking, an agreeable manner with his profitable victims,
but he never had a shred of honor. It isn't possible to be a gambler and
a man of honor. If you've seven hundred dollars that you lost to Duff at
cards, put it in your pocket and get out of Paloma as soon as you can.
Duff won't need the money, anyway. He's down at the Mansion House, dying
of a bullet wound that he got through his last piece of trickery. I hate
to speak harshly of a dying man, but I'd like to see you get a grain or
two of common sense into your head, boy."

Again Farnsworth flushed, but three or four seasoned Arizona men who
stood near by added their advice, in line with that of Mr. Hawkins.
Clarence soon edged away.

An hour after daylight Jim Duff died. Dr. Furniss and the others who
were with the gambler at the last were unable to state that Duff had
offered any expression of regret for his evil life, or for his last
wicked acts.

Jim Duff died as he had lived.

George Ashby was sent to an asylum and his property sold for his
benefit. After a year he was discharged as cured. He has vanished,
swallowed up in some other community, and nothing more has been heard of
him.

Trailed by detectives of a fire insurance company, Frank Danes was soon
caught and brought back to Arizona. He was fairly convicted of having
set the old Cactus House on fire, though he could not be persuaded to
admit himself an agent of the Colthwaite Company. Fred Ransom, the other
agent, is believed to be still in the employ of the Colthwaite Company's
"gloom department."

Mr. Hawkins is still in the employ of the A., G. & N. M. So are foremen
Bell, Rivers and Mendoza.

Tim Griggs proved himself so thoroughly while foreman at the building
of the new rail-road hotel in Paloma, that he has gone on to other and
better work. Griggs is now a prosperous man, and, best of all, he has
his little daughter with him.

Lessee Carter has flourished in the new railroad hotel. Rafe Bodson and
Jeff Moore are his clerks.

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