If you could tell me anything about Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, I would feel many obligations to him.
Hmmmm...Come this way.
Well, "there was a fellow named Jim Smiley..."
That's not who I asked for...?
"I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the barroom stove of the old, dilapidated tavern in the ancient mining camp of Angel's, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance."
You got anything to bet with? You choose the challenge.
"I told him a friend of mine had commissioned me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood named Leonidas W. Smiley, a young minister of the Gospel..."
C'mon lets go and find something to bet on, I'll take any side.
"Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his chair, and then set me down and reeled off the monotonous narrative..."
He would try to get any bet. And if he did he was satisified.
Why am I still here...
"...he was the curiousest man about always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side; and if he couldn't he'd change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit him..."
"He was always ready and laying for a chance; there couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it, and take ary side you please..."
"If there was a horse race, you'd find him flush or you'd find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dogfight, he'd bet on it; if there was a cat fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a chicken fight, he'd bet on it..."