So I have a perfect right to be here, and a perfect right to hunt eggs; and if I could make that sentence more 'perfect,' I would do it." She tilted her head to one side and challenged a laugh with her eyes.
Charming Billy relaxed a bit, yanked the horse into a stall and tied him fast.

"Yuh might tell me how it happened that you're here," he hinted, looking at her over the saddle.

He had apparently forgotten that he had intended leaving the horse saddled until he had rested and eaten--and truly it would be a shame to hurry from so unexpected a tete-a-tete.
Miss Bridger pulled a spear of blue-joint hay from a crack in the wall and began breaking it into tiny pieces.

"It sounds funny, but Mr.
Dill bought father out to get a cook.

The way it was, father has been simply crazy to try his luck up in Klondyke; it's just like him to get the fever after everybody else has had it and recovered.