"I can do one or two other things. Take care you don't hurt yourself worryin' about me."
"Hurt myself?"
"Yes. Bein' so hospittable. The way you're pressin' me to settle right down here, near's possible—why, it's real touchin'."
He laughed, and went to the entrance to tic back the door-flap, which was whipping and snapping in the breeze. Heaven be praised! the night was cooler. Nig had been perplexed when he saw the pack pushed under the table. He followed his master to the door, and stood looking at the flap-tying, ears very pointed, critical eye cocked, asking as plain as could be, "You wake me up and drag me out here into the heat and mosquitoes just to watch you doin' that? Well, I've my opinion of you."
"Colonel gone down?" inquired the Silesian, passing by.
"Not yet."
"Anything I can do?" the gentleman inside was saying with a sound of effort in his voice. The lady was not even at the pains to notice the perfunctory civility.
"Well, Colonel, now you're here, what do you think o' the Klondyke?"
"Think? Well, there's no doubt they've taken a lot o' gold out o' here."
"Reg'lar old Has Been, hey?"