A chorus of affirmation greeted the words, and before it had subsided Dalzene scrambled groggily to his feet and leaned against the bar for support. “Hold on! Hold on, boys! Don’t call no meetin’! You got me wrong! I----” “Meetin’s called!” announced Enright, “Shut up!” Seating himself legs a-dangle, upon the end of the bar, Enright motioned for Dalzene to be brought before him. The man’s face was livid as he was ungently jerked into a position facing Enright. He groped for words: “You got me wrong----” “Shut up,” again commanded Enright, “You’ll git a chanct to do yer lyin’ later.” He glanced over the faces crowded about him. “Boys,” he began, “Is they anyone kin show cause why this here party name of Jake Dalzene ain’t a low down, whifflin’ skunk of a rot-gut peddler that ain’t wanted on the Koyukuk?” Enright paused and let his glance travel slowly over the silent faces. “All them in favor of turnin’ him loose an’ allowin’ him to stay amongst us an’ come an’ go as he likes, is called on to signify.” Again he paused, and no word being ventured in Dalzene’s behalf, continued, “All right, boys, this bein’ a lawful an’ duly organized miner’s meetin’ for dispensin’ with justice, we’ll hear a few suggestions. Gents, what’s yer pleasure?” “Git a rope!” “Send him on the Long Traverse!” “Hang the son of a----!” “If we had some tar we could tar an’ feather him, if we had some feathers!” “Send him back to Rampart where he come from----” “----with his hands tied behind his back, like they done on the Chilcoot!” “You tell us, Enright!” “That’s right! What you say goes!” “Put it to a vote!” Enright eyed in disgust the white faced man who cringed before him. “Dalzene,” he said, “You’ve heard the suggestions, an’ you’ve got to admit that to any right minded man they’re all fit an’ proper. The sense an’ the will of this meetin’ seems to be plain that here in Nolan we’d ruther have yer room than yer company. Facts is, Dalzene, yer about as pop’lar on the Koyukuk as a litter of fleas in a bedroll. Now, they’s several ways of exterminatin’ a man from where he ain’t wanted. Some is more thorough than others. One of the most convincin’ is a rope applied vertical from the man’s neck to a rafter.” Enright paused, Dalzene’s eyes seemed about to pop from their sockets, and he continuously wet his lips with his tongue. “But, us Koyukukers ain’t no ways a bloodthirsty race. They’s some of us would ruther let a man live than kill him. We aim to do the right thing by you. We ain’t hard men, but we’re purposeful.” He turned abruptly toward the crowd: “Boys, what I suggest is that we let this bird go back down to Rampart where he come from. He ain’t no ways fittin’ to live amongst white men, nohow--nor Siwashes neither, for that matter--but that’s their hard luck. All them in favor of this, signify, an’ I’ll pass sentence.”