Achmed Abdullah

“ He thought of a letter his father had written him after his last demand for money, and he quoted more or less unconsciously.
"There's a job and a future for every man with energy and brain in this country. The West is all right. Look at men, right in this town, men like Houghton and Kenny. They started with nothing—see what they are to-day."
Graham looked annoyed. The idea of others having money had always been distasteful to him, something in the nature of a personal affront. He was about to speak, but Macdonald continued:
"It's we who are at fault. ”

“ This third voice was Mongolian, sing-song, bitter, excited, and vituperative in every word and inflection. Finally it won out over the other two. It became louder and louder, bounding up with fantastic kangaroo leaps and bursts of breathless speech, of which it was not always easy for the men in the lobby to pick up the thread. ”

“ The Alaskan was a wealthy man with influential connections all through the Northwest, and he had sworn by all the Kings of Münster that he would have revenge on what he called an unprovoked insult to his national honour and racial dignity. So Traube had been blacklisted through all the restaurants of Washington, Idaho and British Columbia.
He would not go to Milwaukee or St. Louis, where cousins of his were offering him jobs, for he had an ambition, and it kept him in the Northwest where he was blacklisted. ”

“ Walsh looked up from his cards.
"You bet your sweet life you couldn't," he broke in, and pointed at the cuspidor which the infuriated Chung had hurtled after the two Englishmen.
Graham continued as if he had not heard the interruption.
"You know I am right, Mac. Take me and yourself and Hillyer. Take the count. All of us chaps of ability, education, and personality. And not one of us able to make a living here, in a new, rich country, by Jupiter! It's a shame!"
"Right-oh, a blooming shame!" Hillyer emphasised.
Macdonald smiled. The situation was developing the way he wished it to. ”

“ But I lost the dollars as fast as I roped them in—blooie—bang—whoop—gone to the devil and nothing to show for them except a ruined liver, a bulbous conscience and a taste for gin-fizzes in the morning. Its our fault, not the country's. ”

“ It's also strictly and uncompromisingly American."
"Life insurance?" the Frenchman inquired.
Macdonald looked up quickly, but relapsed at once. He said to himself that he couldn't afford to show his hand too soon.
"You're on, kid," the Californian replied. The Frenchman winced at this appellation, but Hayes continued in his usual, loud-piping tenor. "Yes—life insurance—the greatest little old bunco game west of the Divide." He laughed.
"Speaking about bunco-games," he went on; "where's Hillyer, Spokane's prize book-agent? ”