"I never reckoned that slabsided cockeyed roust-about Jack Mottram took her," said Long Mac. "But I own freely I never gave a thought to Quin."
"Oh, he was always a squaw-man," said Ginger White. "What was that talk of a gal called Lily? Wasn't she from Coquitlam?"
"She was a Hydah, but I never seen her," said another. Papp the German intervened.
"She was a bretty gal. I zeen her mit Quin at Victoria; no, at Nanaimo. She died of gonsumption, boys."
They had heard Quin had killed her, kicked her when she was going to be a mother.
"It ain'd drue," said Papp. "Thad was the odder Quin, him dey galls Gultus Muckamuck. When I was ub to Gamloops I saw her grave. Gultus kigged her in the stomag, poor thing, and she died."
"Is it true Pete killed Jenny last night?" asked young Tom Willett, who had just come in.
Wong had told Long Mac all about it and he had told the others. They all told Tom Willett all about it at once.
"Pete hadn't better run up agin Quin this day," said Ginger. "I've lost the best wedger-off I ever struck."
He saw Skookum Charlie grinning in a corner.