Say!" he sat up solemnly, "corner dogs! They'll rise suthin' unheard on in the spring when freightin' gits brisk.

I've corralled a hundred a'ready, an' I figger to clear a hundred dollars clean on every hide of 'em." "Think so ?" "Think so! I guess yes.

Between we three, confidential, I'm startin' a couple of lads down into the Lower Country next week to buy up five hundred of the best huskies they kin spot.

Think so! I've limbered my jints too long in the land to git caught nappin'." Frona burst out laughing.

"But you got pinched on the sugar, Dave." "Oh, I dunno," he responded, complacently.