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Show 45. £- Their gruff voices and roars of laughter, and then a lull, made Bill decide to put Little Bill in his sack so he could stay overwith them. Jan Jenkins, an old friend had just come in. Men' were . asking "him questions and he wasgiVing them information because he'd Just come over the pass from Sacramento yesterday. He'd had a hard time getting grub-staked-finally had found a merchant who would furnish him with food for the winter, and a donkey to haul it, for half his take'. Bill brought him over to the table to meet Dad. Hfe sat doxm and talked to them awhile, then asked would tHuey like to buy a pound of bacon for $5.00. Dad and Bill looked at each other.' Dad was the oldest man at the camp and he should be saving for xrhen he couldn't work and this x-aas an awfully high price for bacon. Jan said, "I need :r~ money." Dad nodded and Bill said, "I'm in?" He'd put some slices of the bacon on the fowl tomorrow when he baked them., Jan left and was back with the bacon in minutes it seemed, collected the $5?00 and then sat down so fast with a bottle of whiskey .that Bill laughed. "Jan I'd think you were twenty years old if I didn't know better, the way you covered those two blocks to your bunk house and back." Jan took a long drink.1 "Sure do have a thirst tonight." He shook his head.' "You know Bill there's not many of the |
