Well, I went busted again.

And old Aleck went busted later on.

But he had a pretty wife left.

A girl from Seattle.

I had to grub-stake." He was silent for a moment, caressing his damp whiskers, as he noted the first rose-flush of the sun breaking through the mist between them and the unseen mountain tops.
"Five times after that I made strikes and went busted," he said a little proudly.