? ? ? ? The man paid no heed.
? ? ? ? 'Where do you come from?'
? ? ? ? 'Yan-kee ship come down de ri-ib-er,' was the quavering response.
? ? ? ? 'Don't doubt the beggar came down the river,' the Kid said, shaking him in an endeavor to start a more lucid flow of talk.
? ? ? ? But the man shrieked at the contact, clapping a hand to his side in evident pain. He rose slowly to his feet, half leaning on the table.
? ? ? ? 'She laughed at me- so- with the hate in her eye; and she- would- not- come.'
? ? ? ? His voice died away, and he was sinking back when Malemute Kid gripped him by the wrist and shouted, 'Who? Who would not come?'
? ? ? ? 'She, Unga. She laughed, and struck at me, so, and so. And then-'
? ? ? ? 'Yes?'
? ? ? ? 'And then-'
? ? ? ? 'And then what?'
? ? ? ? 'And then he lay very still in the snow a long time. He is- still in- the- snow.'
? ? ? ? The two men looked at each other helplessly.
? ? ? ? 'Who is in the snow?'
? ? ? ? 'She, Unga.
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