"Don't know what you're drivin' at," was the response.

"Maybe the dog has some choice in the matter," Madge went on.
"Maybe he has his likes and desires. You have not considered him.
You give him no choice. It has never entered your mind that
possibly he might prefer California to Alaska. You consider only
what you like. You do with him as you would with a sack of
potatoes or a bale of hay."

This was a new way of looking at it, and Miller was visibly
impressed as he debated it in his mind. Madge took advantage of
his indecision.

"If you really love him, what would be happiness to him would be
your happiness also," she urged.

Skiff Miller continued to debate with himself, and Madge stole a
glance of exultation to her husband, who looked back warm approval.

"What do you think?" the Klondiker suddenly demanded.

It was her turn to be puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"D'ye think he'd sooner stay in California?"

She nodded her head with positiveness. "I am sure of it."

Skiff Miller again debated with himself, though this time aloud, at
the same time running his gaze in a judicial way over the mooted