6/28 His curiosity got the better of him finally, and he fell into talk with Lee, inquiring about the stranger by way of an opening. I knew him back in the Cassiar country," said Lee. He's made and lost a bank-roll that a greyhound couldn't leap over in the mining business, but it ain't his reg'lar graft. He run one of the biggest places in the Northwest for years." "Saloon, eh ?" "Saloon and variety house--seven bartenders, that's all. He's the feller that killed the gold-commissioner. |