[Illustration: THE SITUATION AT LEAST WAS PIQUANT, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS
AT HER EXPENSE]
Without more words Holt turned back to his bargaining. The big Scotchman
went on his way, remembered that he wanted to see the cashier of the
bank which he controlled, and promptly forgot that old Gid existed.
The old man concluded his purchase and drove up to the hotel behind one
of the best dog teams in Alaska. He had paid one hundred dollars down
and was to settle the balance next day.
Gideon asked a question of the porter.
"Second floor. That's his room up there," the man answered, pointing to
a window.
"Oh, you, seven--eighteen--ninety-nine," the little miner shouted up.
Elliot appeared at the window. "Well, I'll be hanged! What are you doing
here, Old-Timer?"
"Onct I knew a man lived to be a grandpa minding his own business,"
grinned the little man. "Come down and I'll tell you all about it, boy."
In half a minute Gordon was beside him. After the first greetings the
young man nodded toward the dog team.
"How did you persuade Tim Ryan to lend you his huskies?"
"Why don't you take a paper and keep up with the news, son? These
huskies don't belong to Tim."
"Meaning that Mr.
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