"Fact! Reindeer."
"Ye mean peacocks."
"Mean reindeer! It's all in the last paper come over the Pass. A Reindeer Relief Expedition to save them poor starvin' Klondykers."
"Haw, haw! Good old Congress!"
"Well, did you find any o' them reindeer doin' any relievin' round Dawson?"
"Naw! What do you think? Takes more'n Congress to git over the Dalton Trail"; and Windy returned to his pie.
Talking earnestly with Mr. Butts, French Charlie pushed heavily past the Boy on his way to the bar. From his gait it was clear that he had made many similar visits that evening. In his thick Canadian accent Charlie was saying:
"I blowed out a lot o' dust for dat girl. She's wearin' my di'mon' now, and won't look at me. Say, Butts, I'll give you twenty dollars if you sneak dat ring."
"Done with you," says Butts, as calm as a summer's day. In two minutes Maudie was twirling about with the handy gentleman, who seemed as accomplished with his toes as he was reputed to be with his fingers.
He came up with her presently and ordered some wine.