A regular male man with any ginger in him would shed his coat and go to work, instead of wearing his clothes buttoned up all day.

It don't take much 'savvy' to run a handful of thirteen-dollar-a-month soldiers." Necia stirred a bit restlessly, and the trader continued: "It ain't man's work, it's--loafing.

If he tries to boss us he'll get QUITE a surprise." "He won't try to boss you.

He has been sent here to build a military post, and to protect the miners in their own self-government.

He won't take any part in their affairs as long as they are conducted peaceably." Being at a loss for an answer to this unexpected defence, the old man grunted again, with added contempt, while his daughter continued: "This rush to the upper country has brought in all sorts of people, good, bad--and worse; and the soldiers have been sent to prevent trouble, and to hold things steady till the law can be established.