Said it was possible she'd buy your range, and she wanted to look it over before you arrived.

An' it seems queer I can't remember anything more about the thunder and lightning between there and Chitina.
When we took the train again, she began askin' a million questions about you and the Range and Alaska.

Soak me if you want to, Alan--but everything I knew she got out of me between Chitina and Fairbanks, and she got it in such a sure-fire nice way that I'd have eat soap out of her hand if she'd offered it to me.

Then, sort of sly and soft-like, she began asking questions about John Graham--and I woke up." "John Graham!" Alan repeated the name.
"Yes, John Graham.

And I had a lot to tell.