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60 not commonplace, and so he made no further offer of resistance.

“Al,” said the gambler, hurrying his companion through the crowded street, “do you know where you are going?”

“I have n't the slightest idea,” observed the Governor, with greatest unconcern.

“Well, I 'll tell you. You are going first to the hotel, then to the railroad, then to the Southwest, and you have just fifty-nine minutes between you and the train.”

The Governor stopped short. “I can't go, Bill. I must sell these stocks.”

“That's just the point,” said the gambler. “You aint going to sell them stocks. That's why I issued this here mandamus.” And he seized the Executive by the arm and fairly dragged him across the street.

“Bill,” protested the Governor, “Bill, this is all nonsense. It don't go.”

“Everything goes,” said the gambler. “Come on. We have lost three of them fifty-nine minutes already.”