!" Klakee-Nah
demanded. Then he added, "I shall surely be there."

"I have no dealings with the next world," Porportuk repeated sourly.

The dying man regarded him with frank amazement.

"I know naught of the next world," Porportuk explained. "I do business
in this world."

Klakee-Nah's face cleared. "This comes of sleeping cold of nights," he
laughed. He pondered for a space, then said, "It is in this world that
you must be paid. There remains to me this house. Take it, and burn the
debt in the candle there."

"It is an old house and not worth the money," Porportuk made answer.

"There are my mines on the Twisted Salmon."

"They have never paid to work," was the reply.

"There is my share in the steamer _Koyokuk_. I am half owner."

"She is at the bottom of the Yukon."

Klakee-Nah started. "True, I forgot. It was last spring when the ice
went out." He mused for a time while the glasses remained untasted, and
all the company waited upon his utterance.

"Then it would seem I owe you a sum of money which I cannot pay . . . in
this world?" Porportuk nodded and glanced down the table.

"Then it would seem that you, Porportuk, are a poor business man," Klakee-
Nah said slyly. And boldly Porportuk made answer, "No; there is security
yet untouched."

"What!" cried Klakee-Nah. "Have I still property? Name it, and it is
yours, and the debt is no more."

"There it is." Porportuk pointed at El-Soo.

Klakee-Nah could not understand. He peered down the table, brushed his
eyes, and peered again.

"Your daughter, El-Soo--her will I take and the debt be no more. I will
burn the debt there in the candle."

Klakee-Nah's great chest began to heave. "Ho! ho!--a joke. Ho! ho! ho!"
he laughed Homerically. "And with your cold bed and daughters old enough
to be the mother of El-Soo! Ho! ho! ho!" He began to cough and
strangle, and the old slaves smote him on the back. "Ho! ho!" he began
again, and went off into another paroxysm.

Porportuk waited patiently, sipping from his glass and studying the
double row of faces down the board. "It is no joke," he said finally.
"My speech is well meant."

Klakee-Nah sobered and looked at him, then reached for his glass, but
could not touch it. A slave passed it to him, and glass and liquor he
flung into the face of Porportuk.

"Turn him out!" Klakee-Nah thundered to the waiting table that strained
like a pack of hounds in leash. "And roll him in the snow!"