“He goes with me.”
“Bless my eyes, Jim, this slim has got a kitten going with him to the Klondike.”
“No fear of them ever getting there,” Jim responded.
“Boy, take my advice and go home to your mother,” the man said in a kind tone.
To be called a boy brought tears of vexation to my eyes. I turned to walk away.
“Hold on, you are determined to go?”
“Yes.”
“Have you money to pay for your passage and an outfit?”
“Certainly.”
“It will cost a hundred and fifty.”