“Say, pardner, this million-dollar palace hotel seems to be mainly in the hands of the suffragettes, don't it?” he remarked.
Johnny surveyed him without favor.
“Huh!” he said, and scooped up a basin of water from the barrel. Mr. Bunny, not easily discouraged, waited.
“What's your name, pardner?” he presently asked.
“Severance,” said Johnny shortly.
“Say, I knowed a fellow of that name in the Klondike,—I'm a liar if I didn't. He was a card-player. We was awful intimate—”
“Huh!” said Johnny again. He was not impressed with Mr. Bunny nor Mr. Bunny's friend.
Mollie appeared at the window, but catching sight of Mr. Bunny she vanished into the inner regions of the Mountain House.
“Mama! mama!—what was that?” cried Mr. Bunny softly, in admiration.
“Look here!” said Johnny, wheeling on him. “You cut that out!”