When Stark's new place opened it offered him another retreat of which he availed himself for some time.

But late in the evening he reappeared at Old Man Gale's store, walking a bit unsteadily, and as he mounted the flight of logs to the door he stepped once too often.
"What's become of that fourth step ?" he demanded, sharply, of Poleon.
"Dere she is," said the Frenchman.
"I'm damned if it is.

You moved it since I was here." "I'll have 'im put back," laughed the other.
"Say! It's a grand thing to be rich, ain't it ?" "I don' know, I ain' never try it." "Well, it is; and now that I've arrived, I'm goin' to change my ways complete.

No more extravagance in mine--I'll never lend another cent." "Wat's dat ?" ejaculated Doret, in amazement.
"No more hard-luck stories and 'hurry-ups' for mine.

I'm the stony-hearted jailer, I am, from now, henceforth, world 'thout end, amen! No busted miners need apply.