The hotel lamps were being lighted by the porter. When I stepped outside had deepened into dusk, the air was almost frosty, and this main street had been made by its nightly illumination.  
It was a strange sight, as I paused for a moment upon the . The near vicinity resembled a fair. As if inspired by the freshness and coolness of the new air the people were trooping to and fro more restlessly than ever, and in greater numbers. All up and down the street coal-oil torches or flambeaus, ruddily embossing the heads of the players and , like votive braziers above the open-air games; there were even smoked-chimney lamps, and candles, set on pedestals, signalizing other centers. The walls of the tent store-buildings glowed from the lights to be glimpsed through and windows, and , gigantic figures flitted in . While through the interstices between the buildings I might see other structures, ranging from those of tolerable size to simple wall tents and makeshift , shadowed.
 
The noise had, if anything, redoubled. To the , the shouts and , the general gay vociferations and the footsteps of a busy people, the of the barkers, the more distant and of the locomotives at the railroad yards, the hammering where men and boys worked by torchlight, and now and then a revolver shot, there had been added the music of stringed instruments, , and such—some in dance measures, some solo, while immediately at hand sounded the stamp of waltz, hoe-down and cotillion.
 
Night at Benton plainly had begun with a gusto. It stirred one’s blood. It called—it summoned with such a promise of variety, of adventure, of flotsam and jetsam and shuttlecock of chances, that I, a youth with twenty-one dollars and a half at disposal, all his clothes on his back, a man’s weapon at his belt, and an appointment with a lady as his future, forgetful of past and in present, strode confidently, even recklessly down, as eager as one to the manners of the country born.
 
The mysterious to the Big Tent now me. It was a , popular, I deemed, and respectable, as assured. An amusement place, judging by the talk; superior, , to other resorts that I may have . I was well equipped to test it out, for I had little to lose, even time was of no moment, and I a friend at court, there, whom I had interested and who very agreeably interested me. This single factor would have with a halo any tent, big or little, in Benton.
 
There was no need for me to inquire my way to the Big Tent. Upon pushing along down the street, upon my course by many sights and , and keenly alive to the romance of that hurly-burly of pleasure and business combined here two thousand miles west of New York, always expectant of my goal I was attracted by music again, just ahead, from an orchestra. I saw a large canvas sign—The Big Tent—suspended in the full shine of a locomotive reflector. Beneath it the people were streaming into the wide entrance to a great canvas hall.
 
Quickening my pace in accord with the increased pace of the , presently I likewise entered, unchallenged for any admission fee. Once across the threshold, I halted, taken all aback by the and the spectacle that beat upon my ears and eyes.
 
The interior, high ceilinged to the ridged roof, was unbroken by supports. It was lighted by two score of lamps and reflectors in brackets along the walls and hanging as chandeliers from the rafters. The floor, of planed boards, already with men and women and children—along one side there was an ornate bar glittering with cut glass and silver and backed by a large plate mirror that repeated the lights, 105the people, the glasses, decanters and , and the figures of the white-coated, busy bartenders.
 
At the farther end of the room a stringed orchestra was stationed upon a platform, while to the bidding of the music women, and men with hats upon their heads and cigars in mouths, and men together, whirled in couples, so that the floor trembled to the boot heels. thickly over the intervening space there were games of chance, every description, surrounded by groups looking on or playing. Through the atmosphere blue with the smoke women, many of them costumed as if for a ball, strolled risking or responding to gallantries. The of the men themselves ran the scale: from the comme il faut of slender shoes, fashionably cut coats and pantaloons, and , through the campaign uniforms of army officers and men, to the frontier corduroy and buckskin of surveyors and adventurers, the shirts, red, blue and gray, the jeans and cowhide boots of trainmen, teamsters, graders, miners, and all.
 
From nearly every waist a revolver. I remarked that not a few of the women displayed little weapons as in .
 
What with the music, the stamp of the dancers, the clink of glasses and the ice in pitchers, the of , the slap of cards and currency, the announcements of the , the clap-trap of barkers and monte spielers, the general of voices, one such as I, a newcomer, scarcely knew which way to turn.
 
Altogether this was an amusement palace which, though rough of , eclipsed the best of the Bowery and might be found elsewhere, I imagined, not short of San Francisco.
 
From the jostle of the to pick out upon the floor any single figure and follow it was well-nigh impossible. Not seeing my Lady in Black, at first sight—not being certain of her, that is, for there were a number of black dresses—I moved on in. It might be that she was among the dancers, where, as I could determine by the , beauty appeared to be whirling around in the embrace of the whiskered beast.
 
Then, as I advanced among the gaming tables, I felt a upon the shoulder and heard a voice in my ear.
 
“Hello, old hoss. How are tricks by this time?”
 
Facing about quickly with of having been by another capper, if not Bill Brady himself (for the voice was not Colonel Sunderson’s tones) I saw Jim of the Sidney station platform and the railway coach .
 
He was grinning affably, none the worse for wear save a slightly lower lip; he seemed in good humor.
 
“Shake,” he proffered, extending his hand. “No 107hard feelin’s here. I’m no Injun. You knocked the red-eye out o’ me.”
 
I shook hands with him, and again he slapped me upon the shoulder. “Hardly knowed you in that new rig. Now you’re talkin’. That’s sense. Well; how you comin’ on?”
 
“First rate,” I assured, not a little by this greeting from a man whom I had knocked down, tipsy drunk, only a few hours before. But evidently he was a seasoned customer.
 
“Bucked the tiger a leetle, I reckon?” And he leered cunningly.
 
“No; I rarely gamble.”
 
“Aw, tell that to the marines.” Once more he clapped me. “A young gent like you has to take a fling now and then. Hell, this is Benton, where everything goes and nobody the worse for it. You bet yuh! Trail along with me. Let’s likker. Then I’ll show you the ropes. I like your style. Yes, sir; I know a man when I see him.” And he swore freely.
 
“Another time, sir,” I begged off. “I have an engagement this evening——”
 
“O’ course you have. Don’t I know that, too, by Gawd? The when, where and who? Didn’t she tell me to keep my eyes skinned for you, and to cotton to you when you come in? We’ll find her, after we likker up.”
 
“She did?”
 
“Why not? Ain’t I a friend o’ hern? You bet! Finest little woman in Benton. Trail to the trough along with me, pardner, and name your favor-ite. I’ve got a thirst like a Sioux with a robe to trade.”
 
“I’d rather not drink, thank you,” I essayed; but he would have none of it. He seized me by the arm and me on.
 
“O’ course you’ll drink. Any gent I ax to drink has gotto drink. Name your pizen—make it , if that’s your brand. But the drinks are on me.”
 
So willy-nilly I was brought to the bar, where the line of men already loafing there made space.
 
“Straight goods and the best you’ve got,” my self-appointed pilot blared. “None o’ your agency whiskey, either. What’s yourn?” he asked of me.
 
“The same as yours, sir,” I bravely replied.
 
With never a word the bartender shoved bottle and glasses to us. Jim rather unsteadily filled; I , but to measure.
 
“Here’s how,” he volunteered. “May you never see the back of your neck.”
 
“Your health,” I responded.
 
We drank. The stuff may have been pure; at least it was and cut way down my unwonted throat; the one infused me with a swagger and a sudden view of life through a temporary mist of watering eyes.
 
“A-ah! That puts into a man,” quoth Jim. “Shall we have another? One more?”
 
“Not now. The next shall be on me. Let’s look around,” I .
 
“We’ll find her,” he promised. “Take a stroll. I’ll you right. Have a seegar, anyway.”
 
As smoking vied with drinking, here in the Big Tent where even the dancers with lighted cigars in their mouths, I saw fit to humor him.
 
“Cigars it shall be, then. But I’ll pay.” And to my nod the bartender set out a box, from which we selected at twenty-five cents each. With my own “seegar” cocked up between my lips, and my revolver adequately heavy at my belt, I suffered the guidance of the Jim.
 
We wended among games of infinite variety: keno, rondo coolo, , faro, roulette, monte, chuck-a-luck, wheels of fortune—advertised, some, by their barkers, but the better class (if there is such a distinction) presided over by quiet, white-faced, nimble-fingered, steady-eyed in garb running much to white shirts, black pantaloons, waistcoats, and polished boots, and diamonds and gold chains worn unaffectedly; low-voiced gentry, these, protected, it would appear, mainly by their perched at their sides with eyes alert to read faces and to watch the play.
 
We had by no means completed the tour, interrupted by many jests and nods exchanged between Jim and of the patrons, when we indeed met My Lady. She detached herself, as if cognizant of our approach, from a little group of four or five upon the floor; and turned for me with hand outstretched, a gratifying flush upon her spirited face.
 
“You are here, then?” she greeted.
 
I made a leg, with my best bow, not omitting to remove hat and cigar, while agreeably conscious of her approving gaze.
 
“I am here, madam, in the Big Tent.”
 
Her small warm hand acted as if unreservedly mine, for the moment. About her there was a element of the friendly, even of the intimate. She was a in a strange coast.
 
“Told you I’d find him, didn’t I?” Jim asserted—the bystanders listening . “There he was, lookin’ as lonesome as a two-bit piece on a poker table in a sky-limit game. So we had a drink and a seegar, and been makin’ the grand tower.”
 
“You got your , I see,” she smiled.
 
“Yes. Am I correct?”
 
“You have saved yourself . You’ll do,” she nodded. “Have you played yet? Win, or lose?”
 
“I did not come to play, madam,” said I. “Not at table, that is.” Whereupon I must have returned her gaze so glowingly as to embarrass her. Yet she was not ; and in that costume and with 111that liquor still coursing through my I felt equal to any retort.
 
“But you should play. You are heeled?”
 
“The best I could .” I let my hand rest upon my revolver .
 
She laughed merrily. There were smiles aside.
 
“Oh, no; I didn’t mean that. You are heeled for all to see. I meant, you have funds? You didn’t come here too light, did you?”
 
“I am prepared for all emergencies, madam, certainly,” I with proper dignity. Not for the world would I have confessed otherwise. Sooth to say, I had the sensation of wealth. The affair at the hotel did not bother me, now. Here in the Big Tent prosperity . Money, money, money was passing back and , carelessly shoved out and carelessly pocketed or piled up, while the band played and the people laughed and drank and danced and and staked, and laughed again.
 
“That is good. Shall we walk a little? And when you play—come here.” We stepped apart from the listeners. “When you play, follow the lead of Jim. He’ll not lose, and I intend that you shan’t, either. But you must play, for the sport of it. Everybody games, in Benton.”
 
“So I judge, madam,” I . “Under your chaperonage I am ready to take any risks, the gaming table being among the least.”
 
“Prettily said, sir,” she complimented. “And you 112won’t lose. No,” she repeated suggestively, “you won’t lose, with me looking out for you. Jim bears you no ill will. He recognizes a man when he meets him, even when the proof is uncomfortable.”
 
“For that little episode on the train I ask no reward, madam,” said I.
 
“Of course not.” Her tone waxed impatient. “However, you’re a stranger in Benton and strangers do not always fare well.” In this she the truth. “As a resident I claim the honors. Let us be old acquaintances. Shall we walk? Or would you rather dance?”
 
“I’d cut a sorry figure dancing in boots,” said I. “Therefore I’d really prefer to walk, if all the same to you.”
 
“Thank you for having mercy on my poor feet. Walk we will.”
 
“May I get you some ?” I hazarded. “A lemonade—or something stronger?”
 
“Not for you, sir; not again,” she laughed. “You are, as Jim would say, ’fortified.’ And I shall need all my wits to keep you from being away by greater attractions.”
 
With that, she accepted my arm. We , Jim sauntering near. And as she emphatically was the superior of all other women upon the floor I did not fail to with the distinction accorded me: felt it in the glances, the and the ready make-way which attended upon our progress. 113Frankly to say, possibly I strutted—as a young man will when “fortified” within and without and elevated from the station of nondescript stranger to that of favored beau.
 
Whereas an hour before I had been crushed and beggarly, now I turned out my toes and stepped bravely—my twenty-one dollars in pocket, my six-shooter at belt, a red ’kerchief at throat, the queen of the hall on my arm, and my trunk all unnecessary to my .
 
Thus in easy fashion we moved amidst eyes and salutations from the various degrees of the company. She made no mention of any husband, which might have been odd in the East but did not impress me as especially odd here in the democratic Far West. The women appeared to have an independence of action.
 
“Shall we risk a play or two?” she proposed. “Are you acquainted with three-card monte?”
 
“Indifferently, madam,” said I. “But I am green at all gambling devices.”
 
“You shall learn,” she encouraged lightly. “In Benton as in Rome, you know. There is no disgrace attached to laying down a dollar here and there—we all do it. That is part of our amusement, in Benton.” She halted. “You are game, sir? What is life but a series of chances? Are you disposed to win a little and the danger of losing?”
 
“I am in Benton to win,” I asserted. 114“And if under your direction, so much the quicker. What first, then? The three-card monte?”
 
“It is the simplest. Faro would be beyond you yet. Rondo coolo is and confusing—and as for poker, that is a long session of nerves, while chuck-a-luck, though all in the open, is for children and fools. You might throw the dice a thousand times and never cast a lucky combination. Roulette is as bad. The percentage in favor of the bank in a square game is forty per cent. better than stealing. I’ll you on monte. Are your eyes quick?”
 
“For some things,” I replied meaningly.
 
She conducted me to the nearest monte game, where the “spieler”—a smooth-faced lad of not more than nineteen—sat behind his three-legged little table, green covered, and idly shifting the cards about maintained a rather bored flow of to bets.
 
As happened, he was illy patronized at the moment. There were not more than three or four onlookers, none risking but all waiting apparently upon one another.
 
At our arrival the youth glanced up with the most innocent pair of long-lashed brown eyes that I ever had seen. A handsome boy he was.
 
“Hello, Bob.”
 
He smiled, with white teeth.
 
“Hello yourself.”
 
My Lady and he seemed to know each other.
 
“How goes it to-night, Bob?”
 
“Slow. There’s no nerve or money in this camp any more. She’s a dead one.”
 
“I’ll not have Benton slandered,” My Lady retorted. “We’ll buck your game, Bob. But you must be easy on us. We’re green yet.”
 
Bob shot a quick glance at me—in one look had read me from hat to boots. He had shrewder eyes than their first intimated.
 
“Pleased to accommodate you, I’m sure,” he answered. “The greenies stand as good a show at this board as the profesh.”
 
“Will you play for a dollar?” she challenged.
 
“I’ll play for two bits, to-night. Anything to start action.” He twisted his mouth with ready . “I’m about ripe to bet against myself.”
 
She at her reticule, but I was beforehand.
 
“No, no.” And I fished into my pocket. “Allow me. I will furnish the funds if you will do the playing.”
 
“I choose the card?” said she. “That is up to you, sir. You are to learn.”
 
“By watching, at first,” I protested. “We should be partners.”
 
“Well,” she consented, “if you say so. Partners it is. A lady brings luck, but I shall not always do your playing for you, sir. That kind of comes to grief.”
 
“I am hopeful of playing on my own score, in due time,” I responded. “As you will see.”
 
“What’s the card, Bob? We’ve a dollar on it, as a starter.”
 
He eyed her, while facing the cards up.
 
“The . You see it—the ace, backed by ten and deuce. Here it is. All ready?” He turned them down, in order; methodically, even listlessly moved them to and fro, yet with light, sure, well-nigh bewildering touch. Suddenly lifted his hands. “All set. A dollar you don’t face up the ace at first try.”
 
She laughed, .
 
“Oh, Bob! You’re too easy. I wonder you aren’t broke. You’re no monte spieler. Is this your best?”
 
And I believed that I myself knew which card was the ace.
 
“You hear me, and there’s my dollar.” He coolly waited.
 
“Not yours; ours. Will you make it five?”
 
“One is my limit on this throw. You named it.”
 
“Oho!” With a of hand she had turned up the middle card, exposing the ace spot, as I had anticipated. She swept the two dollars to her.
 
“Adios,” she bade.
 
He smiled, indulgent.
 
“So soon? Don’t I get my revenge? You, sir.” And he appealed to me. “You see how easy it is. I’ll throw you a turn for a dollar, two dollars, five dollars—anything to combine business and pleasure. 117Whether I win or lose I don’t care. You’ll follow the lead of the lady? What?”
 
I was on fire to accept, but she stayed me.
 
“Not now. I’m showing him around, Bob. You’ll get your revenge later. Good-bye. I’ve drummed up trade for you.”
 
As if inspired by the winning several of the bystanders, some newly arrived, had money in their hands, to stake. So we strolled on; and I was conscious that the youth’s brown eyes after us with a glint.
 
“Yours,” she said, extending the coins to me.
 
I declined.
 
“No, indeed. It is part of my tuition. If you will play I will stake.”
 
She also declined.
 
“I can’t have that. You will at least take your own money back.”
 
“Only for another try, madam,” I assented.
 
“In that case we’ll find a livelier game yonder,” said she. “Bob’s just a lazy boy. His game is a piker game. He’s too slow to learn from. Let us watch a real game.”