"Why, man, what are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Packing up. I'm off for the Columbia River to-morrow, salmon-fishing. You'd better come and make a sixth; I'm travelling with four Canadian chaps; everything's arranged: horses, waggons, mules, stores, and even a redskin guide."
There was no resisting such a temptation, especially as Coke had
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