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I'm realizing my desires. I've made a fortune now I'll see what else the world has." He suddenly turned to her. "See here," he abruptly questioned, "what's your name?" She started, and glanced towards where Dextry had stood, only to find that the old frontiersman had slipped away during the tale. "Helen Chester," she replied. "Helen Chester," he repeated, musingly. "What a pretty name!
I know I'm acting strangely and all that, but it's happened so quickly I haven't found myself yet. I'll tell you to-morrow, though, really. Don't let any one see me or it will spoil everything. Wait till to-morrow, please." She was very white, and spoke with eager intensity. "Help you? Why, sure Mike!" assured the impulsive Dextry, "an', see here, Miss you take your time on explanations.
You go up forrad to your bridge, sir, and forget that you stepped in to see old Bill Dextry this morning. Well take care of this matter all right. It means as much to us as it does to you. We've GOT to be on Anvil Creek before the ground thaws or we'll lose the Midas. If you make a fuss, you'll ruin us all." For some moments they watched him breathlessly as he frowned in indecision, then
"I'm sorry I can't help you, Dextry, but I got mixed up in one of your scrapes and that's plenty." "This ain't no stowaway. There's no danger to you," began Dextry, but the officer interrupted him: "There's no need of arguing. I won't do it." "Oh, you WON'T, eh?" said the old man, beginning to lose his temper. "Well, you listen to me for a minute.
Remember to wait for the last blast. When it comes, cut loose and charge like Sioux. Don't shoot to kill at first, for they're only soldiers and under orders, but if they stand well, every man must do his work." Dextry appealed to the dim figures forming the circle. "I leave it to you, gents, if it ain't better for me to go inside than for the boy.
"Who did that?" "A benevolent, silver-haired old Texan pirate by the name of Dextry. He's one half owner in the Midas and the other half mountain-lion; as peaceable, you'd imagine, as a benediction, but with the temperament of a Geronimo.
During Dextry's garrulous ramblings, Glenister emerged from the darkness and silently took his place beside her, against the rail. "What portent do you see that makes you stare into the night so anxiously?" he inquired. "I am wishing for a sight of the midnight sun or the aurora borealis," she replied. "Too late for one an' too fur south for the other," Dextry interposed.
If you can't find him, then look for his partner and give the other to him." Fred vanished, to return in an hour with the letter for Dextry still in his hand. "I don' catch dis feller," he explained. "Young mans say he gone, come back mebbe one, two, 'leven days." "Did you deliver the one to Mr. Glenister?" "Yes, ma'am." "Was there an answer?" "Yes, ma'am." "Well, give it to me."
Going to the bed, Dextry turned back the blankets, exposing four moose-skin sacks, wet and heavy, where he had thrown them. "There must have been twenty thousand dollars with what I gave Wheaton," said Glenister.
"Do you think he's after me?" "He ain't after nobody else, an', take my word for it, it's got nothin' to do with McNamara nor that gamblin' row. He's too game for that. There's some other reason." This was the first mention Dextry had made of the night at the Northern. "I don't know why he should have it in for me I never did him any favors," Glenister remarked, cynically.
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