Take warnin' from me and don't stay single any longer than God'll let you, sure!" Corliss laughed.
"Sure, I mean it.

I'm older'n you, and know what I'm talkin'.

Now there's a bit of a thing down in Dawson I'd like to see you get your hands on.

You was made for each other, both of you." Corliss was past the stage when he would have treated Bishop's meddling as an impertinence.

The trail, which turns men into the same blankets and makes them brothers, was the great leveller of distinctions, as he had come to learn.