Then he made a little deprecatory gesture, and glanced at Hallam.
"You'll hear it all by and by, but there's one point where you're wrong," he said.

"Now, I'm not scared too easily, but I kind of feel it in me I'll make nothing but trouble for myself by worrying Alton.
Still, it's not the man himself I'm afraid of.

I've met tougher ones, and come out ahead of them." Hallam sat silent a moment, for he knew the prospectors and survey packers who passed their lives amidst the desolate ranges and in the shadowy bush and their superstitions.
"You have had trouble with him before ?" he said.
"Yes," said Damer, "I have.

He cut my partner down with an axe back there in Washington.

It was in the big rush in the Baker foothills, and we had a hard crowd standing in with us; but I had to pull out, and Alton and another man made most of five thousand dollars out of the claim I left." "The Bluebird ?" said Hallam reflectively.