the bank, once more normal, except for the armed guards, and bumped into Fisher, who frowned at him and kept on going.
"Hey!" called Bill. "I want to ask you somethin'."
Fisher stopped and turned. "Well?" he growled, truculently.
Bill went up close to him. "Just saw Kane. He says he has got somethin' to offer me. What is it?"
"My job, I reckon!" snapped the gambler.
"Yore job?" exclaimed his companion. "I don't want yore job. If I'd 'a' knowed that was it I'd 'a' told him so, flat. I'm playin' for myself. An' say: He orders me not to play no more poker in his place. Wouldn't that gall you?"
"Then I wouldn't do it," said the gambler, taking his arm. "Come in an' have a drink. What else did he say?"
Bill told him and wound up with a curse. "An' that Thorpe said he'd make me climb up th' wall! Wonder who he thinks he is—Bill Hickok?"
Fisher laughed. "Oh, he don't mean nothin'. He's a lookin'-glass. When Kane laughs, he laughs; when Kane has a sore toe, he's plumb crippled. But, just th' same I'm tellin' you Thorpe's a bad man with a gun. Don't rile him too much. Say, was you ever paired up with Ewalt?"
Bill put down his glass with deliberate slowness. "Look here!" he growled. " I'm plumb tired of answerin' personal questions. Not meanin' to hurt yore feelin's none, I'm sayin' it's my own cussed business what my name is, where I come from, who my aunt was, an' how
