“I hope you’ll like ’em, Dan. They sure gave me the croup. Maybe I ain’t built that way, and you are. ’Pears to me that the Klondyke is a mission-hall compared to London or New York. They’ll take the gold filling from yore false teeth out there.”
Dan surveyed him carefully.
“What’s wrong, Jim? You seem kinder moody like. Someone kicked you in the hip?” 130
“You got it.”
“Wal, I guess you’ll git over it,” said Dan philosophically. “Mebbe you’d like me to take some message back, eh?”
“She ain’t back there,” said Jim. “She’s right here.”
Dan looked as though he had been shot.
“What’s that? You ain’t telling me——?”
“Why not?”
“This is a hell of a place for ladies.”