"I'm afraid so, Steve. You can't order a special train from here to New York though you are a millionaire."
For a little while Steve Chance sat moodily biting at the stem of his unlit pipe, and then he asked Corbett—
"Are you going to join Rampike for his fall hunt, Ned?"
"Certainly. Why not?"
"Oh, I don't know, only I thought that you might have changed your mind;" and Chance's eyes wandered round to the pile of gold nuggets over which Phon kept guard.
"That can make no difference, Steve. I don't want what Cruickshank stole from me. I want to settle with him for my countryman's life."
"Much good that will do poor old Roberts. But as you please. We are all mad upon one subject or another. Do you still think that Cruickshank is somewhere hereabouts?"
"I don't think that he is on this side of the river or we should have come across his tracks before now, but I fancy he is somewhere in this Chilcotin country."
"You don't think that that glove could have been his?"