Garvin swung his head around viciously.
“What’s the matter with my face?” he snarled.
“It is the face of a frankly carnivorous animal with a bone in sight,” laughed Brack, “and it does not please our friend, Mr. Pitt.”
“Oh, him!” said Garvin, turning back. “To —— with him.”
“To —— with everybody!” growled another man. “Look at it—gold! And he said he just scraped that up with his bare hands.”
“And it’s only a few hundred miles away—the place he got it.”
“And we’re going up north hunting bones, for thirty a month! ——!”
“Enough!” With a swoop of his hands Brack gathered the gold into the bag and stuffed it into his pocket. “Get out! Get below!”
He swept them out of sight with a commanding gesture. They went, but they looked back with threats in their excited faces.
“You have seen it now, Mr. Pitt,” Brack said, turning to me. “What do you say now—is not life raw and crawling?”