And then a big black lumberman, a Kanuck, began sidlin' up to her, and I made up my mind to speak--only I went off after one more pocket, just one more, and when I got back she was Mrs.Somebody Else.
"So take warnin'.

There's that writer-guy, that skunk I poked outside the Opera House.

He's walkin' right in and gettin' thick; and here's you, just like me, a-racin' round all creation and lettin' matrimony slide.

Mark my words, Corliss! Some fine frost you'll come slippin' into camp and find 'em housekeepin'.

Sure! With nothin' left for you in life but pocketing!" The picture was so unpleasant that Corliss turned surly and ordered him to shut up.
"Who?
Me ?" Del asked so aggrievedly that Corliss laughed.
"What would you do, then ?" he asked.
"Me?
In all kindness I'll tell you.