“But I don’t know that I regret it now.  I ’m as well off here with my cats and dogs and burros as if they were so many mines and ranches and railroads.

“I had a partner once, a fellow a little older than I, and not so reckless and hare-brained, and together we had been sinking a prospect hole that promised to be one of the best I ever struck.  We had been at work two or three months, and I was just as sure there was a big fortune in that hole as I could be of anything.  But I got tired of staying in one place so long,—­it was lonely and monotonous,—­and I wanted some excitement.  So one evening I challenged him to play seven-up for the mine, the loser to take his outfit and walk.  He refused and tried to argue me out of my crazy whim, but finally I taunted him into it.  I lost, and the next morning I packed up my blankets and walked away.  A month afterwards he sold the mine for a hundred thousand dollars, and in less than a year its owners had realized a round half million out of it.

“But the most exciting part of all those years was the time when I was called ‘Grizzly Dick.’  I ought to be ashamed to tell anything about that portion of my history; but it is all so long ago, and things have changed so much since then, that it almost seems as if I were talking about some other man.

“It all began at Grizzly Gulch, where a man named Johnson had taken a strong dislike to me.  I had played some joke on him which made him ridiculous, and he hated me more than if I ’d tried to kill him.  He started down to the city with his dust, and somebody robbed him, and half killed him into the bargain.  He accused me of being the robber and I had no witnesses to prove an alibi.  They had a trial and convicted me of the crime, as Johnson swore that he recognized me.  I knew that it was simply a scheme of his to get even with me, and I didn’t believe that he had been robbed at all.  But I was sentenced to prison for two years and I had to go.

“When I got out my teeth were on edge for revenge on Johnson, the lawyers, the judge, the jury, and the whole law-making system that had made me, an innocent man, spend those two years fuming in a cell.  I was ready to fight the whole organization of society and the whole system of government, from President to jailer.  I swore the biggest, hardest kind of an oath that I would give them a reason for being so anxious to put people in prison.  Only, I didn’t propose that they should ever send me there again.

“Well, for two years Grizzly Dick was the terror of that county and all the adjoining ones.  To take him, alive or dead, was the ambition of half the sheriffs in California.  After my first few escapades I had plenty of helpers.  Men as desperate and as dare-devil as I gathered around me and we carried things with a high hand.  I cared nothing for the profits of being an outlaw.  What I wanted was revenge on society, and the excitement and risk of the game.  The greater part of whatever we took went to my followers, and I never kept more than was necessary for my immediate needs.