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The Gold Trail

CHAPTER I
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In fact, though he had been some years in the country, Englishman was unmistakably stamped upon him.

He was attired scantily and simply in a very old blue shirt, and trousers, which also had once been blue, of duck; and just then he was very weary, and more than a little lame.
He had cut himself about the ankle when chopping a week earlier, and though the wound had partly healed his foot was still painful.

There were also a good many other scars and bruises upon his body, for the cost of building a western railroad is usually heavy.

Still, he had an excellent constitution, and was, while not particularly brilliant as a rule, at least whimsically contented in mind.

His comrades called him the Kid, or the English Kid, perhaps on account of a certain delicacy of manner and expression which he had somehow contrived to retain, though he had spent several years in logging camps, and his age was close onto twenty-five.
While he sat there with the shovel that had worn his hands hard lying at his feet, Cassidy, who had not recovered from the interview he had had with Stirling that morning, strode by, hot and out of temper, and then stopped and swung round on him.
"Too stiff to get up hustle before the mosquitoes eat you, when supper's ready ?" he said.
Weston glanced down at his foot.
"I was on the gravel bank all afternoon.


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