“No—no—don’t try to come in—Rex—Rex!”
The great dog had rushed at the gate as the man tried to open it again, and she held her hand on the latch.
“He don’t seem to know your friends from your enemies,” said the man with a cynical laugh.
“I think he does,” she said quietly, “better than I have ever known them.”
He looked at her quickly. Then he tried to laugh.
“Why—Jennie—you know I haven’t seen you in so long.”
“I never expected to see you again. I was not looking for you now,” she said.
“I never thought I’d ever come back, but the Klondike—well, a man pays two dollars for every dollar’s worth of gold he finds there.”
“Tell me about yourself,” she said, still leaning on the gate, one knee resting on the lower plank for support.
“Well, Jennie, after we had our little quarrel and you broke off with me—”