"Keep it away from me!" Ol' Man Johnson wept, drawing back from the money with a gesture of terror. "For Christ's sake, Pilot!----keep it away from me!" The Pilot understood. "If you don't," cried Ol' Man Johnson, "it'll kill me!" Higgins sent a draft for the money to Ol' Man Johnson when Ol' Man Johnson got safely home to his wife in Wisconsin. Another spree in town would surely have killed Ol' Man Johnson. V JACK IN CAMP The lumber-jack in camp can, in his walk and conversation, easily be distinguished from the angels; but at least he is industrious and no wild brawler. He is up and heartily breakfasted and off to the woods, with a saw or an axe, at break of day; and when he returns in the frosty dusk he is worn out with a man's labor, and presently ready to turn in for sound sleep. They are all in the pink of condition then--big and healthy and clear-eyed, and wholly able for the day's work. A stout, hearty, kindly, generous crew, of almost every race under the sun--in behavior like a pack of boys. It is the Saturday in town--and the occasional spree--and the final debauch (which is all the town will give them for their money) that litters the bar-room floor with the wrecks of these masterful bodies. * * * * * Walking in from Deer River of a still, cold afternoon--with the sun low and the frost crackling under foot and all round about--we encountered a strapping young fellow bound out to town afoot. "Look here, boy!" said Higgins; "where _you_ going?" "Deer River, sir." "What for?" There was some reply to this. It was a childish evasion; the boy had no honest business out of camp, with the weather good and the work pressing, and he knew that Higgins understood. Meanwhile, he kicked at the snow, with a sheepish grin, and would not look the Pilot in the eye. "You're from Three, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "I _thought_ I saw you there in the fall," said the Pilot. "Well, boy," he continued, putting a strong hand on the other's shoulder, "look me in the eye." The boy looked up. "God help you!" said the Pilot, from his heart; "nobody else 'll give you a show in Deer River." We walked on, Higgins in advance, downcast. I turned, presently, and discovered that the young lumber-jack was running. "Can't get there fast enough," said Higgins. "I saw that his tongue was hanging out." "He seeks his pleasure," I observed. "True," Higgins replied; "and the only pleasure the men of Deer River will let him have is what he'll buy and pay for over a bar, until his last red cent is gone. It isn't right, I tell you," he exploded; "the boy hasn't a show, and it isn't right!"