"You and the little gal kin hev my house till you've time to look araound," said Mac. "It's not dandy, but I reckon you can make out in it."
Quin nodded.
"Right," he said. He stood still for a minute and looked at the open space where the Mill had been.
"You and me and the boys will build the old Moola up again, Mac," said Quin.
"Oh, I reckon," said Mac.
And Quin went across the road to Shack-Town and came to Wong's. The old man saluted him gravely.
"You're all right," said Quin. What more could any man say?
He heard a cry inside the shack, and Sam came out with the papoose in his arms.
"Oh, Mista Quin, my heap glad you not dead, my heap glad!"
"You damn fool," said Quin with a smile. He went in and found Jenny.