Set down, Jim! How are you, anyway ?" Pearson sat down mechanically.

"I'm well enough--everything considered," he replied, slowly.

"But what--what are you in here for?
I don't understand." "You will in a minute.

What do you think of this--er--saloon cabin ?" with a comprehensive sweep of his arm.
The room was of fair size, furnished in a nondescript, boarding-house fashion, and with two windows overlooking the little back yard of the house and those of the other adjoining it.

Each yard contained an assortment of ash cans, and there was an astonishing number of clothes lines, each fluttering a variety of garments peculiarly personal to their respective owners.
"Pretty snug, ain't it ?" continued the captain.