When you've got to burn your pan blue-black twice a day, and out of a shovelful of gravel wash down to the one wee speck of flour gold,--why, that's washin', that's what it is.

Tell you what, I'd sooner follow a pocket than eat." "And you would sooner fight than do either." Bishop stopped to consider.

He weighed himself with care equal to that of retaining the one wee speck of flour gold.

"No, I wouldn't, neither.

I'd take pocketin' in mine every time.