Chapter 18: Tuesday the Twentieth

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌⁠I knew that old hen-hawk meant trouble for me—and the trouble came, all right. I'm afraid I can't tell about it very coherently, but this is how it began: I was alone yesterday afternoon, busy in the shack, when a Mounted Policeman rode up to the door, and, for a moment, nearly frightened the life out of me. I just stood and stared at him, for he was the first really, truly live man, outside Olie