He did not like this man.
"There ain't much doing in this camp; it's a pretty poor place," he said, guardedly.
"I'll put in with you, from its looks," agreed the other.

"It's got too many soldiers to be worth a damn." He snarled this bitterly, with a peculiar leering lift of his lip, as if his words tasted badly.
"Most of the boys are going up-river," said Gale.
"Well, those hills look as if they had gold in them," said the stranger, pointing vaguely.

"I'm going to prospect." Gale knew instinctively that the fellow was lying, for his hands were not those of a miner; but there was nothing to be said.

His judgment was verified, however, when Poleon drew him aside later and said: "You know dat feller ?" "No." "He's bad man." "How do you know ?" "She's leave Dawson damn queeck.

Dose Mounted Police t'row 'im on de boat jus' before we lef." Then he told a story that he had heard.