"To God's country—the new strike down in Alaska; there'll be no Poo-Bah there, and plenty of shot-gun justice."
"But there's George's interest."
"George! Oh, he will put his up with ours O.K., I guess." Here Frank again looked at Alice. "I guess you'll be needing that stuff if parsons charge like other folks do!"
John smiled at this, and Alice blushed. Leaving the friends together, for she knew they would wish to talk, she went from the room.
"No, no, Frank, it won't do." Then, seeing that Corte looked troubled, he added, "I'll take a quarter if you like; you've proved yourself a comrade. But what's this about the new strike?"
"Big gold excitement—richer than Bonanza and Eldorado, and, best of all, in God's country; you'll be coming?"
"I—no, you must remember my work. Are you for giving up our enterprise to get justice done here and in other goldfields?"
"Sure thing, me and Hugh, in fact, everything that don't wear hobbles is going."
"And leave all this wrong unrighted?"
"Sure thing; this ain't my country. I'm going where things can be made right overnight, and there ain't no yellow-legs."