Then he apologetically threw
down the greasy dishcloth, and went to his master's rescue.
These promising scions of wealthy progenitors had come to the
Northland in search of laurels, with much money to burn, and a
'man' apiece. Luckily for their souls, the other two men were up
the White River in search of a mythical quartz-ledge; so Sandy
had to grin under the responsibility of three healthy masters,
each of whom was possessed of peculiar cookery ideas. Twice that
morning had a disruption of the whole camp been imminent, only
averted by immense concessions from one or the other of these
knights of the chafing-dish. But at last their mutual creation, a
really dainty dinner, was completed.
Then they sat down to a three-cornered game of 'cut-throat,'--a
proceeding which did away with all casus belli for future
hostilities, and permitted the victor to depart on a most
important mission.
This fortune fell to Parker, who parted his hair in the middle,
put on his mittens and bearskin cap, and stepped over to Malemute
Kid's cabin. And when he returned, it was in the company of Grace
Bentham and Malemute Kid,--the former very sorry her husband
could not share with her their hospitality, for he had gone up to
look at the Henderson Creek mines, and the latter still a trifle
stiff from breaking trail down the Stuart River.
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