The Young Engineers in Arizona; or, Laying Tracks on the Man-killer Quicksand

CHAPTER I. THE MAN OF “CARD HONOR”

“I'll wager you ten dollars that my fly gets off the mirror before yours does.”

“I'll take that bet, friend.”

The dozen or so of waiting customers lounging in Abe Morris's barber shop looked up with signs of renewed life.

“I'll make it twenty,” continued the first speaker.

“I follow you,” assented the sec...