“You’re certain, Hanky?”
“Sure. Ask Tony.” He turned round and beckoned a man from the back of the hall.
“’Member that swell guy they called D’Arcy—didn’t he go with Lonagon and Shanks on that Northern trip?” 210
“Yep. Struck a rich streak up there—so I heered. Why, what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” said Jim. “I was just kinder anxious to see him. I guess I’ll get along.”
Hanky was gazing at him curiously. He felt that something was wrong, but couldn’t lay his finger on the trouble.
“You ain’t going up to Endicott?”
“Maybe I am.”
“It’s sure a hell of a journey just now, and you ain’t likely to find that man among them hills.”
“I’ll find him all right, Hanky. Are you clearing out next spring?”