“‘No,’ I said. ‘I’ve thought it all out. One hundred will do exactly.’
“‘What for?’ he said with a snap.
“‘I’m off to Klondike.’
“‘Off to Jericho!’ he snarled.
“‘No, to Klondike, to make a fortune for the poor old aunt.’
“‘Humph!’ he grunted, ‘and is Dallas going with you to make the second fool in the pair?’
“‘No, uncle,’ I said; ‘one fool’s enough for that job. Dal will stop with his mother, I suppose, and try to keep her. I’m nobody, and I’ll take all risks and go.’
“‘Yes, one fool’s enough, sir,’ he said, ‘for a job like that. But I don’t believe there is any gold there.’
“‘Oh, yes, there is, sir,’ I said.
“‘What does Dallas say?’