Theodore Seixas Solomons

“ What do you think of him?”
“A man with plenty of ready money. He's our heaviest investor. From Fairbanks. Good placer man I hear.”
“Look out for him!” Waring's lip curled and his forehead drew scowlingly. “A man who bullies a defenseless girl who has trusted herself to him on the trail isn't a good guy to tie to in any game, is he?”
“Was he the fellow!” Before Ticely left for Nome, Bruce had told him of the meeting with Joan Manners. ”

“ Waring returned her look, struggling ta control his expression. She thought his face hardened a little, and it did—hardened against the softness of his feeling for her that tempted him to frankness. When his words came, their caution, their measured constraint, made them cold to Joan.
“I haven't talked to Ticely. He is a very capable man, and I suppose he knows what he is doing.”
“That's very noncommittal, Bruce,” she said a little ruefully. ”

“ And the elder man proceeded to give his young partner a truthful narrative of his operations in Nome, if an incomplete account can be called truthful. Yet he covered the gaps, too, in a way—the gaps which in a complete chronicle would have been occupied by the episodes of the poke, the telegrams and the diary! With these in mind, he merely said: “Of course, once they knew I was from a new and distant creek, everything I did or said was construed as another proof of the richness of the ground. ”

“ The second reason is that the disappointment of a lot of people is likely to be awkward, to say the least!”
“I should say so!” Waring agreed sententiously. “Especially with a mixed bunch, as these fellows seem to be. They're not all like Manners and Tholmes. He's a business man, isn't he? I think I bought two sets of dog harness and an ax helve from him.”
“Yes, Tholmes & Hawthorne,” replied Ticely abstractedly. He was thinking how much more “mixed” was the bunch that was even now threading the tortuous waterways to Midas.
“There's that fellow Collins,” pursued Bruce. ”