They say it happened twenty years ago or more.

This Tatman, so I was told, was a young fellow green from San Francisco--a bank clerk, I think--who came into the gold country and brought his wife with him.

They were both chuck-full of courage, and the story was that each worshiped the ground the other walked on, and that the girl had insisted on being her husband's comrade in adventure.

Of course neither guessed the sort of thing that was ahead of them.
"Then came that death Winter in Lost City.

You know better than I what the laws were in those days, Fingers.