Guess I'll step around and see her." "She's gone," said the trader, wearily, turning his haggard face from the prospector.
"Gone! Where ?" "Up-river with Runnion.

They got her away from me last night." "Sufferin' snakes!" ejaculated Lee.

"So that's why!" Then he added, simply, "Let's go and git her, John." The trader looked at him queerly.
"Maybe I won't--on the first boat! I'm eating my heart out hour by hour waiting--waiting--waiting for some kind of a craft to come, and so is Burrell." "What's he got to do with it ?" said the one-eyed miner, jealously.
"Can't you and me bring her back ?" "He'll marry her! God, won't there never be a boat!" For the hundredth time that morning he went to the door of the post and strained his eyes down-stream.
"Well, well! Them two goin' to be married," said Lee.

"Stark licked, and Necia goin' to be married--all at once.

I hate to see it, John; he ain't good enough; she could 'a' done a heap better.