We will kill ourselves first.

Either you stay here, and we go into Winnipeg; or you can sell the stock, take the money, and go.

We'll work the farm.' He swore at me, but I told him he'd find we'd made up our minds.

And a week later, he disappeared.

He had sold the stock, and left us the burnt walls and the land." "And you've never seen him since ?" "Never." "You believe him dead ?" "I know that he died--in the first Yukon rush of ten years ago.