If you feel spiteful, take it out on Johnson.

Get yourself a pack outfit and go find his mine." "I'm no prospector," said the gambler disdainfully.
"No.

I will tell you what you are." Tall Eric rose and towered above Dewing at the window; the sun streamed on his bright hair, "You are a crack-brained fool to tempt my hands to your throat! You will do it once too often yet.

You a prospector?
You never saw the day you had the makin's of a prospector in you." "Let other men do the work and take the risk while I take the gain, and it's little I care for your opinion," rejoined Dewing.

"And you would do well to keep your hands from my throat when my hand is in my coat pocket--as is the case at this present instant." "This thing has gone far enough," said Zurich.