"Of course," said he, "that's where I'll land in the spring!"
It amazed me.
"Can't help it," said he. "That's where my stake 'll go. Jake Boore 'll get the most of it; and among the lot of them they'll get every cent. I'll blow four hundred dollars in two weeks--if I'm lucky enough to make it go that far."
"When you know that they rob you?"
"Certainly they will rob me; everybody knows that! But every year for nine years, now, I've tried to get out of the woods with my stake, and haven't done it. I intend to this year; but I know I won't. I'll strike for Deer River when I get my money; and I'll have a drink at Jake Boore's saloon, and when I get that drink down I'll be on my way. It isn't because I want to; it's because I have to."