"Nothin' th' matter with moose, hey?"
"Nop! Bet your life."
The "Salmi of ptarmigan" appeared as a great wash of gravy in which portions of the much cut-up bird swam in vain for their lives. But the high flat rim of the dish was plentifully garnished by fingers of corn-bread, and the gravy was "galoppshus," so Potts said.
Salmon P., having appeased the pangs of hunger, returned to his perplexed study of Benham.
"Did I understand you to say you came into this country to prospect?"
"Came down the Never-Know-What and prospected a whole summer at Forty Mile."
"What river did you come by?"
"Same as you go by—the Yukon. Indians up yonder call it the Never-Know-What, and the more you find out about it, the better you think the name."
"Did you do any good at Forty Mile?"
"Not enough to turn my head, so I tried the Koyukuk—and other diggins too."