It is certain, however, that he engaged in many a tussle with, but never yet succeeded in winning a fight with old Johnnie Booze. When not drinking he was quiet and unassuming, but given two or three drinks, he would start down the street with a wild whoop, declaring that he was a fighter and could lick any man in Chadron. He was indeed a fierce looker, with long hooked nose which had been knocked clean over toward his right ear during some of his

many gambling room fights. His wicked, blood-shot eyes and nervous movements. The fact was, that because of age and whiskey, Hank was really feeble and could not whip a ten year old school boy. It was all a bluff with him. It happened that one day when the streets were filled with people "Old Opportunity started out "to lick any man in Chadron." The train had just arrived and brought in many strangers. Opportunity stepped in front of a big husky fellow, squared himself off, 'and with a wicked leer in his bleared eyes said, "I'm a fighter I am, I can lick any man in Chadron." The stranger looking into those fierce blood shot eyes evidently thought it was now or never with him and struck out with all his might. The blow caught Hank on the jaw and the stranger made a quick get away. After a brief space Opportunity raised up, gazed around a moment in evident disgust, and remarked, "I guess I ain't no fighter, ain't I ?"