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eps---- Yankee Pete hilarious, ready t' fight---- Rakin' th' gold-dust up in heaps. Jim's last poke throw'd on th' table, so; "It's my last ounce, boys! Well, let 'er go!" He had staked the dance-hall--staked the bar-- Then, reckless, staked the "Wonder" mine, Known on Bonanza near an' far As the lucky strike of Eighty-nine. Jim had played it all--an' lost! The sweat Come when he gasps: "It's my last--bet!" "You've got Pearl left," grins Yankee Pete, "Don't funk now, Jim: make her th' stake." With a howl of hate Jim was on his feet---- But a voice rings out: "THAT BET WE'LL TAKE!" And Bonanza Pearl steps up t' me, "You'll see this game played square!" says she. Says Yank. "I stake my all 'gainst th' Girl." (Then I see th' flame le'p in his eyes) "An' if I win you, Bonanza Pearl, Your soul an' body no man denies B'longs t' me!" He stacked his gold, As a groan from Jim his agony told. Now, Jim was a MAN. He funked no game;-- Says he: "I'll stake blood, bone an' life, But I'll put no woman to th' shame Of bein' played 'a chip' in tin-horn strife!" But Bonanza, she steps up t' him An' she says: "Y' COULDN'T LOSE ME, JIM!" "Come," says Bonanza, "Turn up th' pack"; She skinned the bunch with a laughin' eye; I gets close up ahind Jim's back Ready t' let th' bullets fly. Th' two men playin' a round 'r so, An' the luck agin' Slippery seem'd t' go. "Straight flush o' di'monds--Ace at th' head;" In a whirlwind play Yank takes the pot. Slippery's eyes was now blood-red---- His lips crack'd dry--his breath comin' hot; The last deal ended the game, I saw 'Twas Yankee Pete's first play--an' draw. Jim's hand? cripes! 'Twas a reg'lar prize; Luck had turned--he had aces t' burn! But he sot there starin' with bloodshot eyes, An' what I saw then gev' ME quite a turn---- F'r th' divil's own luck was at his heel, He'd an EXTRA CARD--'twas a clear MISDEAL! I let my hand t' th' trigger go---- Jim's throat gev' a sickish kind o' laugh; An' he says: "I'm dry as h--ll, so, W'ot d'ye say to a shandy-gaff? An'," says Jim, "I'll hev' a bite t' eat; Pearl, fetch me a sangwich o'
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