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"Mr. Harney, pleased to meet you. Dave, I believe, Dave Harney? " Dave Harney nodded, and Gregory St. Vincent turned to Frona. "You see, Miss Welse, the world is none so large. Mr. Harney and I are not strangers after all."
The Eldorado king studied the other's face until a glimmering intelligence came to him. "Hold on! " he cried, as St. Vincent started to speak, "I got my finger on you. You were smooth-faced then. Let's see, -- '86, fall of '87, summer of '88, -- yep, that's when. Summer of '88 I come floatin' a raft out of Stewart River, loaded down with quarters of moose an' strainin' to make the Lower Country 'fore they went bad. Yep, an' down the Yukon you come, in a Linderman boat. An' I was holdin' strong, ez it was Wednesday, an' my pardner ez it was Friday, an' you put us straight -- Sunday, I b'lieve it was. Yep, Sunday. I declare! Nine years ago! And we swapped moose-steaks fer flour an' bakin' soda, an' -- an' -- an' sugar! By the Jimcracky! I'm glad to see you!"