And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to 1001 classic short stories and Tales. This is your host, John Haggadorn.

Time for another great story from Jack London.

This one called, Whose Business Is to Live.

Stanton Davies is to live. Stanton Davies and Jim Wemple ceased from their talk to listen to an increase of uproar in the street.

A valley of stones thrummed and boomed the wire mosquito nettings that protected the windows.

It was a hot night and the sweat of the heat stood on their faces as they listened.

Arose the incoherent clamor of the mob punctuated by individual cries in Mexican Spanish.

Least terrible among the obscene threads were,

death to the gringos, killed the American pigs, drown the American dogs in the sea.

Stanton Davies and Jim Weple shrugged their shoulders patiently to each other and resumed their conversation,

talking louder in order to make themselves heard about the uproar.

The question is how, Mample said, it's 47 miles to Panucco by river.

And the land's impossible, with Zaragoza's and Bea's men on the lute that may be fraternizing.

Davies agreed.

Wepple nodded and continued, And she's at the East Coast Magnolia, two miles beyond, and if she isn't back at the hunting camp, we've got to get her.

Listen, we played pretty square in this matter, Weimple,

Davy said, and we might as well speak up and acknowledge what each of us knows the other knows.

You want her? I want her.

Weimple landed a cigarette and nodded.

And now it's the time when it's up to us to make a show as if we didn't want her

and that all we want is just a savor and get her down here.

And a truce until we do save her I get you wimple affirmed a truce

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