any more of it."

That broke things all up; and the next day they began on Coburn
and gave him a terrible cursing for steering them against such a
game as that, when they came on with good intentions to back him
in the fight. They never said anything, however, to Hoy, as they
knew he was always looking for the best of every game, and was as
ready to fleece a friend as a foe.

When we were going down to Cold Spring, I opened up on the cars
and won a little money. Just then a man stepped up and began to
get out his money, when Elliott and his gang rushed in, picked up
the fellow, and threw him up against the top of the car. When he
came down he didn't have a cent. I was amused to see him hunt
around for his money.

When we reached the ground I opened out, having a negro to hold
the stand for me. At last, as the crowd began to rush for the
ring, I told Hoy that I would go and see the fun; so I handed Hoy
all my money except a lot of broken bank-notes that I had. This
I rolled in a large wad and placed conspicuously in a side coat
pocket. I noticed, as I edged close up to the ring, that I was
closely eyed by the thieves, and it was not long before the pocket-
book disappeared. Then I made a terrible squeal, and when the
reporters came around I gave out that I had been robbed of $3,500.
The next day the papers all had an account of the robbery of Mr.
Devol, of New Orleans. Hazen at last found my pocket-book, which
was worth more than the money it contained, and had a good
advertisement free.

SALTED DOWN.

If the old saying, "Every man has his price," be true, then every
man can be caught on some scheme or trick. There are persons who
have never made a bet of any kind in their lives, that would do so
if they saw something that they knew to be a sure winner. Then
there are others who will bet on many things, but they pride
themselves on being too smart to bet on any man's trick; and the
more they see others doing so, the more sanguine they are that no
one could ever catch them with chaff. I have met many of the latter
class, and always tried to down them. They, of course, would not
bit at the monte bait, for it was too stale for them; so I would
study sometimes for hours how to take the conceit out of them.

I remember being on board the steamer _Grand Duke_, coming out of
New Orleans, at one time just after the Mardi Gras Festival. The
boat was crowded with passengers, and we were having a very live