It seemed all right, this new, strange purchasing power of gold--it WAS all right, by God, and as real as buying bricks-- "I'll go on," said Denton, "and send back help.

You come after." "To Mollyhay!" said I.
This far I reckon we'd hung onto ourselves because it was serious.

Now I began to laugh.

So did Denton.

We laughed and laughed.
"A damn long way To Mollyhay." said I.Then we laughed some more, until the tears ran down our cheeks, and we had to hold our poor weak sides.