The orator's smile slightly stiffened.
"Where from ?" he continued blandly.
"Mizzouri." "A very good place to go back to,--through Thompson's Pass.

But you haven't answered our proposal." "I reckon I don't intend to sell this house, or leave it," said Collinson simply.
"I trust you will not make us regret the fortunate termination of your little accident, Mr.Collinson," said the orator with a singular smile.
"May I ask why you object to selling out?
Is it the figure ?" "The house isn't mine," said Collinson deliberately.

"I built this yer house for my wife wot I left in Mizzouri.

It's hers.

I kalkilate to keep it, and live in it ontil she comes fur it! And when I tell ye that she is dead, ye kin reckon just what chance ye have of ever gettin' it." There was an unmistakable start of sensation in the room, followed by a silence so profound that the moaning of the wind on the mountain-side was distinctly heard.