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 be," anno
