"
"Fiddlesticks!" she retorted, with fine scorn of Hazleton's real-estate
possibilities. "You could buy the whole town with this."
She touched the sack with her toe.
"Not quite," Bill returned placidly. "I wouldn't, anyway. We'll get a
better run for our money than that. I hope old Hack didn't forget to
attend to that ranch business for me."
He drove the canoe alongside a float. A few loungers viewed them with
frank curiosity. Bill set out the treasure sack and the bale of furs,
and tied the canoe.
"A new hotel, by Jove!" he remarked, when upon gaining the level of the
town a new two-story building blazoned with a huge sign its function as
a hostelry. "Getting quite metropolitan in this neck of the woods.
Say, little person, do you think you can relish a square meal? Planked
steak and lobster salad--huh? I wonder if they _could_ rustle a salad
in this man's town? Say, do you know I'm just beginning to find out
how hungry I am for the flesh-pots. What's the matter with a little
variety?--as Lin MacLean said. Aren't you, hon?"
She was; frankly so. For long, monotonous months she had been
struggling against just such cravings, impossible of realization, and
therefore all the more tantalizing.
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