"
"You know I was prospecting over on the head-reaches of the Tanana,"
Harrington protested, "and knew nothing of the Eldorado or Bonanza until
it was too late."
"That is deeferent; only you are--what you call way off."
"What?"
"Way off. In the--yes--in the dark. It is nevaire too late. One vaire
rich mine is there, on the creek which is Eldorado. The mans drive the
stake and him go 'way. No odddr mans know what of him become. The mans,
him which drive the stake, is nevaire no more. Sixty days no mans on
that claim file the papaire. Then odder mans, plentee odder mans--what
you call--jump that claim. Then they race, O so queek, like the wind, to
file the papaire. Him be vaire rich. Him get grub for famine."
Harrington hid the major portion of his interest.
"When's the time up?" he asked. "What claim is it?"
"So I speak Louis Savoy last night," she continued, ignoring him. "Him I
think the winnaire."
"Hang Louis Savoy!"
"So Louis Savoy speak in my cabin last night. Him say, 'Joy, I am strong
mans. I haf good dogs. I haf long wind. I will be winnaire. Then you
will haf me for hoosband?' And I say to him, I say--"
"What'd you say?"
"I say, 'If Louis Savoy is winnaire, then will he haf me for wife.
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