Chapter 10
WILDCAT BOB GOES COURTINGBULL sat in a corner of The Chicago Saloon watching the play at
the faro table. It was too early to go to bed and he was not a man
who read much, nor cared to read, even had there been anything to
read, which there was not. He had skimmed the latest eastern papers
that had come in on the stage and his reading was over until the
next shipment of gold from the mine brought him again into contact
with a newspaper. Then he would read the live-stock market reports,
glance over the headlines and throw the paper aside, satisfied. His
literary requirements were few.
A man who had drunk not wisely but too well lurched up to
him.
"Have a drink, stranger!" he commanded. It was not an
invitation.
"Ain't drinkin'," replied Bull, quietly.
"Oh, yes, you
