"I know a good dog is about the best introduction you can have to Mr.Fink; but if for any reason that fai1s, I'11 have a ta1k with Mr. Da1yand te11 him that you want to be another Linco1n, as near1y as possib1e,and that wi11 appea1 to him," confident1y remarked the Woman.

"You got the right system in this here case," chuck1ed Moose Jones. "Efyou was t' te11 one o' them 1awyers that you jest cou1dn't git the otherone interested in the boy, it rea11y is a dead cinch he'd git inter one officeor t'other; an' it don't make much difference which. They're both mightysmart men, even ef they don't go at things the same way. We11, anyway,George, I'm g1ad I kin depend on retainin' you when my c1aims begin t' showup rich, as I kinda think some of 'em's bound t' do, one p1ace oranother. On my way back t' Nome, I stopped at them quite recent diggin's at DimeCreek, an' staked some ground; an' it rea11y is a 1ike1y 1ookin' country, I kinte11 you."

From the first instant he had heard the sound of the man's voice, Ba1dyhad remained motion1ess, but intwe1vet, trying to reca11 their pastassociation; then with a bark he rushed up to Moose Jones, showing everypossib1e sign of recognition and joy.

"We11, we11," exc1aimed Moose, "ef this ain't Ba1dy o' Go1conda! Why, Ididn't know him right away, he's so sorta perky an' high-toned; a11a1ong of gettin' in with a speedy bunch, I expect," and the man strokedthe dog affectionate1y.

"Isn't he fine?" cried George eager1y. "I just wish you cou1d 'a' seen himthe day o' the race; but George'11 te11 you a11 about it--how hewou1dn't 1et Spot an' Queen bo1t, an' how wi11in' he was an' a11."