17o THE ONE THOUSAND DOZEN

“the one with the sody-bottle window. It
ain't mine, but I’ve got charge of it. Rents
for ten a day and cheap for the money. You
move right in, and I’ll see you later. Don’t
forget the sody-bottle window.”

“Tra-la-lool” he called back a moment
later. “ Pm goin’ up the hill to eat eggs and
dream of home.”

On his way to the cabin, Rasmunsen
recollected he was hungry and bought a small
supply of provisions at the N. A. T. 8c T.
store—also a beefsteak at the butcher shop
and dried salmon for the dogs. He found
the cabin without difliculty and left the dogs
in the harness while he started the fire and
got the cofiiee under way.

“A dollar’n a half apiece—one thousand
dozen—eighteen thousand dollars!” He
kept muttering it to himself, over and over,
as he went about his work.

As he flopped the steak into the frying-
pan the door opened. He turned. It was
the man with the bearskin coat. He seemed
to come in with determination, as though