"'It's a lesson to him, though. As he stands thar meditatin' on the
expectedness of the unexpected, he observes to himse'f, "Providence,
if so minded, can beat a royal flush; an' any gent holdin' contrary
views is a liar, amen!"'
"'Good, Cherokee!' says Texas Thompson, as Cherokee comes to a halt;
'I'm yere to observe you're a mighty excellent racontoor. Yere's
lookin' at you!' an' Thompson raises his glass.
"'I catches your eye,' says Cherokee, a heap pleased, as he p'litely
caroms his glass ag'in Thompson's.
"'But Cherokee,' whispers Faro Nell, from where she's clost by his
side, 'if thar's somethin' I desires a whole lot, an' is doin' my
level best to deserve an' keep it all my life, do you-all reckon now
that Providence ups an' throws me down?'
"'Not you, Nell,' says Cherokee, as he smiles on Faro Nell, an' kind
o' surreptitious pats her har; 'not you. Providence guides your game
an' guarantees it. I'm only discussin' of men. It's one of the best
things about both Providence an' woman, an' to the credit of all
concerned, that they allers agrees--allers goes hand in hand.'
"'An' that last utterance is a fact,' observes Dave Tutt, who's been
interested deep.
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