The Mate of the Vancouver — page 165: what you’re looking at

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LOVE AND HATE. _.“No, he warn’t,” replied Mac. “We got across all right, and stayed all winter trapping with Bill here. And let me tell you, young man, you mustn't trifle with Bill. He's a snorter, he is.” I could see “Damn Bill!” almost on Jack’s lips, but he restrained it. “ And when the Chinook came up, and the snow began to melt a few days back, we all got ready to cross the range—him, and Bill, and me. That’s six days ago. And a better fellow than him you never struck, no, nor will. What do you think, pard?” he asked with a grin, turning to me. I grunted. “And, young feller,” Mac went on again, “if he’s a pardner of yours, or a shipmate— for I can see you're an Englishman—why, I'm glad he’s here and safe.” Then suddenly altering his tone, he turned / fiercely on Harmer, who jumped back in alarm.