human
What did you come here for?
gpt
Wouldn't the fame of the Green River mines be excuse enough?
human
No, she said,
gpt
I don't think it would. People who talk as you do aren't generally fond of digging.
human
Then finding I wasn't wanted in Vancouver I went back into the States, and as usual got into a trifling difficulty there. That was in Colorado, where the men and the manager of a certain big mine couldn't come to terms. The manager was, as not infrequently happens, friendly with the constituted authorities, and between them and the men's executive, with whom I managed to quarrel, they made that town unpleasant for me. Of course, one gets accustomed to having his character pulled to pieces and being hustled in the streets, but they go rather farther than that in Colorado.
gpt
And so you ran away?
human
I certainly went when it was evident that I could do no good. Still, it was in the daylight, and half the populace came with me to the station.
gpt
I asked you what brought you here,
human
Between friends--I think I can go so far? he asked, and it was Hetty alone he looked at.
gpt
You see, I met your brother and Mr. Ingleby in Vancouver.
human
Yes, she said.
gpt
I think you can.
human
Then I came here to see what I could do at mining--I have really used the shovel oftener than you seem to fancy--and, when it is necessary, go through by the Indian trail to the camps between this country and the Yukon. Though they will probably work on quietly while the ground is soft, they're not pleased with the mining regulations yonder.