"I didn't say so."
"No, but still you are thinking of doing so. See here, Bill, tell me all about it."
Bill coughed. Then he turned, and stooping, shook the ashes from the stove and opened the damper.
"Beastly cold in here," he remarked inconsequently.
"Yes—but, out with it."
Bill stood up and turned his indolent eyes upon his interrogator.
"I wasn't thinking of going—to the mountains."
"Where then?"
"To the Yukon."
"Ah!"