'Can't you go one better?' I said.
He looked inquiringly and a little disgustedly at me.
'What can you do against free drinks and a dance, not to speak of the
"High Kickers"?' he groaned.
'No!' he continued; 'it's a clean beat for us today. The miners and
lumbermen will have in their pockets ten thousand dollars, and every
dollar burning a hole; and Slavin and his gang will get most of it.
But,' he added, 'you must have breakfast. You'll find a tub in the
kitchen; don't be afraid to splash. It is the best I have to offer you.'
The tub sounded inviting, and before many minutes had passed I was in
a delightful glow, the effect of cold water and a rough towel, and that
consciousness of virtue that comes to a man who has had courage to face
his cold bath on a winter morning.
The breakfast was laid with fine taste. A diminutive pine-tree, in a pot
hung round with wintergreen, stood in the centre of the table.
'Well, now, this looks good; porridge, beefsteak, potatoes, toast, and
marmalade.'
'I hope you will enjoy it all.
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