When the draw was finished, Pete tacked the list of names and times to the wall near the stove. A group of fellows studied it "Doc's got 330 fam." said Mac. "and Black's got 3.10. Boys this will be fun."
Some time after one o'clock in the morning, when the great stars hung brilliant in the stilly cold of the subarctic night, Doc. McTim left his shack and walked down the street to Lil's place. Two wide-shouldered muffled figures watched him pass from the veranda of the Grand Hotel and silently fell in behind him. And a silently, Macgillivray and the Dane and a couple of lumber men trailed the three of them.
The Doc walked ahead intent on where he was going and by never a tarn of the head or altered stride did be acknowledge the presence of his watchers. But, as he stood waiting r Lil's door to open, he said loudly: If you guys want to hang around and get froze, don't mind me. But TU kick the glorified daylights out of the man who tries to get through this door "Say, Mac," asked the Doc. stood together on the what's the time'
Well Doc, I don't know. My watch still says 3.
7, but it ain't been gain' these two weeks, Where's yours?
Gosh dang it! I lost it in a poker me last Sunday." And he started giggling and stepped off the p cement. And his great gusty roars o laughter floated in to the sore hea floor of the drug store as he off down the street. And clasped firmly and intact under his one sound arm was the cash box, a sign of his integrity, establishing for good and all a matter of very serious principle.
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