“I’m not coming to Alaska,” she said defiantly, “but I’ll come with you out of this house, to save my mother and father further annoyance and insult.”
Jim walked to the door and held it open.
“We leave for Liverpool at five o’clock to-morrow morning,” he said.
She got her hat and coat and walked majestically to the cab.
CHAPTER VIII
THE WHITE TRAIL
It was a “squaw man” rejoicing in the name of “Slick George” who first revealed the magic wealth of the Klondyke. Whilst making a fire on a small creek now known to the world as Bonanza Creek wherewith to cook his evening meal, he thawed out some of the frozen gravel, and, in the manner of the born prospector, carelessly washed it, to find himself the possessor of nearly a thousand dollars in raw gold.
Making Forty Mile with a view to dissipating his newly found wealth in a gormandizing “jag,” he sent the settlers in that ramshackle camp into wild excitement by producing nuggets of a size hitherto unmatched.