Now I've got to take Billy Rawlins' mail contract and mush for Dyea.

What's the size of the killing, Jack ?" Kearns attempted to count the pot, but was too excited.

Daylight drew it across to him, with firm fingers separating and stacking the markers and I.O.U.'s and with clear brain adding the sum.
"One hundred and twenty-seven thousand," he announced.

"You-all can sell out now, Jack, and head for home." The winner smiled and nodded, but seemed incapable of speech.
"I'd shout the drinks," MacDonald said, "only the house don't belong to me any more." "Yes, it does," Kearns replied, first wetting his lips with his tongue.
"Your note's good for any length of time.

But the drinks are on me." "Name your snake-juice, you-all--the winner pays!" Daylight called out loudly to all about him, at the same time rising from his chair and catching the Virgin by the arm.