At intervals an unholy impulse almost drove him to Stark's cabin to finish the work Gale had begun, to do it coldly as a matter of justice, for was he not the one who had put Necia into the hands of that ruffian?
Greeting Lee mechanically, he said to Gale: "I can't wait much longer," and sank wearily into a seat.

Almost the next instant he was on his feet again, saying to the trader, as he had said it a score of times already: "Runnion comes to me, Gale! You understand he's mine, don't you ?" The old man nodded.

"Yes! You can take him." "Well, who do _I_ git ?" asked Lee.
"You can't come along," the trader said.

"We may have to follow the hound clean to the States.

Think of your mine--" "To hell with the mine!" exploded the shaggy prospector.