She looked at him queerly.
“Where to?”
“Dawson.”
“And then——”
“The break-up is coming, and there’ll be boats out to San Francisco.”
“I see. We are going back?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“Because you have failed?”
He tightened his lips and his eyes flashed.
“Nope. I ain’t failed. I’ll never let this thing beat me. I’ll git gold if I stay till I’m fifty——”