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Show 162 herself with her fur muff. We leaned against the deck r a i l , watching the figures on the waterfront become smaller and smaller, watching Dawson City, the Golden City i n a moose swamp, fade into a shimmering mist. "I never have been able to t e l l the cons from the regulars- right off," I said. "Not right off," Tip agreed. "Well, now what?" Caribou -was grinning and swinging his poke, unable to hide his pleasure. I hardly knew myself, what next, since I had not planned to go i n this direction. I remembered now the faded green boarding house on Rincon H i l l , floating in the fog. The a t t i c room with the view that Pa and I had called home. Mrs. Maxwell and her faded boarders. Almo a t the livery. I remembered my faithful horse, Rexy, t r o t t i n g up and down the cobblestone h i l l s , pulling ray rented hack. The crazy old miner we had transported that day-so long ago. And remembering, I smiled. "To the Palace Hotel, partners," I shouted. I put my arms around both of them. "To toss a few gold nuggets from the top-floor windows!" |