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"Well, how is old Potlatch this nice, bright, beautiful morning," Jack jocularly inquired of his partner after they had started and their grouches had somewhat subsided.
"No more o' them things for me," replied Bill almost amiably. "We've wasted a whole day and we haven't even got a blanket between us to show for it. What I was thinkin' about, though, was the sacks Bull Moose Joe has made pertainin' to an' anticipatin' the findin' of the gold. My one best bet is that we gets the gold first off and the sacks arterward."