"What's the use of keeping that up? You know as well as I do that she worked him, and worked him well. She'd do it again if you asked her. She'd do anything for you." Boyd broke out roughly: "I tell you. I've heard enough of that talk, Alton. Anybody but an idiot would know that Cherry is far too good for what you suggest. And when you insult her, you insult me." "Oh, she's _good_ enough," said Clyde. "They're all good, but not perhaps in the way you mean--" "How do you know?" "_I_ don't know, but Fraser does. He's known her for years. Haven't you, Fraser?" But the adventurer's face was like wood as they turned toward him. "I don't know nothing," replied "Fingerless" Fraser, with an admirable show of ignorance. "Well, judge for yourself." Clyde turned again to Emerson. "Who is she? Where did she come from? What is she doing here alone? Answer that. Now, she's interested in this deal just as much as any of us, and if you don't ask her to take a hand, I'm going to put it up to her myself." "You'll do nothing of the sort!" Boyd cried, savagely. Clyde rose hastily, and his voice was shaking with excitement as he stammered: "See here, Boyd, you're to blame for this trouble, and now you either get us out of it or buy my stock." "You know that I can't buy your stock." "Then I'll sell wherever I can. I've been stung, and I want my money. Only remember, I offered the stock to you first." "You've got a swell chance to make a turn in Kalvik," said Fraser. "Why don't you take it to Marsh?" "I will!" declared Alton. "You wouldn't do a trick like that?" Emerson questioned, quickly. "Why not? You won't listen to my advice. You're playing with other people's money, and it doesn't matter, to you whether you win or lose. If this enterprise fails, I suppose you can promote another." "Get out!" Boyd ordered, in such a tone that the speaker obeyed with ludicrous haste. "Fingerless" Fraser broke the silence that fell upon the young man's exit. "He's a nice little feller! I never knew one of those narrow-chested, five-o'clock-tea-drinkers that was on the level. He's got eighteen fancy vests, and wears a handkerchief up his sleeve. That put him in the end book with me, to start with." "Did you know Cherry before you came to Kalvik?" Boyd asked, searching his companion's face with a look the man could not evade. "Only casual." "Where?" "Nome--the year of the big rush." "During the mining troubles, eh?" "Sure." "What was she doing?" "Minding her business. She's good at that." Fraser's eyes had become green and fishy, as usual. "What do you know about her?" "Well, I know that a lot of fellows would 'go through' for her at the drop of a hat. She could have most anything they've got, I guess. Most any of them miners at Nome would give his right eye, or his only child, or any little thing like that if she asked it." "What else?" "Well, she was always considered a right good-looking party--"