Grouse. (Seriously.) Pay Streak, don’t you take up nobody else’s rows till ye haf to. You’ll find enough o’ yer own in this world. I’ve seen more o’ these mountains than you have. Pap kep’ tavern fur years at the Pass, an’ I’ve seen shootin’ scrapes enough. I seen Club Foot Pete killed, an’ it’s an awful sight when it’s right afore yer eyes.
Pay S. I ain’t a lookin’ fur anybody.
Grouse. But what’ll we do?
Pay S. I don’t know.
Grouse. We’ve got to do somethin’.
Pay S. Well, Mollie, wat’s your idee?
Grouse. Go down to camp right away, an’ tell pap an’ git some o’ the miners out. Pretend it’s jumpers over in the Basin.
Pay S. Will you go ’long to camp?
Grouse. No, I’ll wait hyur for Vance. If he comes I’ll send him to the Basin.