He related a small scandal that was stirring the social pond of Quincy, and at last he swung nearer to the four who had taken mining claims along Toll Gate Creek.
"Too bad you can't go down to Toll-house an' git acquainted with your neighbors," he drawled half maliciously.

"There's a girl in the bunch that's sure easy to look at.

Other one is an old maid--looks too much like a schoolma'm to suit me.

But say--I'm liable to make a trip up here twice a week, from now on! I'm liable to eat my dinner 'fore I git here, too.

Some class to that girl, now, believe me! Only trouble is, I'm kinda afraid one of the men has got a string on her.