"No, you won"t."
"Then I reckon I"ll stay an" rot," Sanderson answered with an air of finality.
He took no further notice of his guests, and went about his culinary tasks as if he were alone. When he had warmed over a pot of beans and a slab of sour-dough bread, he set the table for one and proceeded to eat.
"No, thank you," Shorty murmured. "We ain"t a bit hungry. We et just before we come."
"Let"s see your papers," Smoke said at last. Sanderson fumbled under the head of his bunk and tossed out a package of doc.u.ments. "It"s all tight and right," he said. "That long one there, with the big seals, come all the way from Ottawa. Nothing territorial about that. The national Canadian government cinches me in the possession of this town-site."
"How many lots you sold in the two years you"ve had it?" Shorty queried.
"None of your business," Sanderson answered sourly. "There ain"t no law against a man living alone on his town-site if he wants to."
"I"ll give you five thousand," Smoke said. Sanderson shook his head.
"I don"t know which is the craziest," Shorty lamented. "Come outside a minute, Smoke. I want to whisper to you."
Reluctantly Smoke yielded to his partner"s persuasions.
"Ain"t it never entered your head," Shorty said, as they stood in the snow outside the door, "that they"s miles an" miles of cliffs on both sides of this fool town-site that don"t belong to n.o.body an" that you can have for the locatin" and stakin"?"
"They won"t do," Smoke answered.
"Why won"t they?"
"It makes you wonder, with all those miles and miles, why I"m buying this particular spot, doesn"t it?"
"It sure does," Shorty agreed.
"And that"s the very point," Smoke went on triumphantly. "If it makes you wonder, it will make others wonder. And when they wonder they"ll come a-running. By your own wondering you prove it"s sound psychology.
Now, Shorty, listen to me; I"m going to hand Dawson a package that will knock the spots out of the egg-laugh. Come on inside."
"h.e.l.lo," said Sanderson, as they re-entered. "I thought I"d seen the last of you."
"Now what is your lowest figure?" Smoke asked.
"Twenty thousand."
"I"ll give you ten thousand."
"All right, I"ll sell at that figure. It"s all I wanted in the first place. But when will you pay the dust over?"
"To-morrow, at the Northwest Bank. But there are two other things I want for that ten thousand. In the first place, when you receive your money you pull down the river to Forty Mile and stay there the rest of the winter."
"That"s easy. What else?"
"I"m going to pay you twenty-five thousand, and you rebate me fifteen of it."
"I"m agreeable." Sanderson turned to Shorty. "Folks said I was a fool when I come over here an" town-sited," he jeered. "Well, I"m a ten thousand dollar fool, ain"t I?"
"The Klondike"s sure full of fools," was all Shorty could retort, "an"
when they"s so many of "em some has to be lucky, don"t they?"
Next morning the legal transfer of Dwight Sanderson"s town-site was made--"henceforth to be known as the town-site of Tra-Lee," Smoke incorporated in the deed. Also, at the Northwest Bank, twenty-five thousand of Smoke"s gold was weighed out by the cashier, while half a dozen casual onlookers noted the weighing, the amount, and the recipient.
In a mining-camp all men are suspicious. Any untoward act of any man is likely to be the cue to a secret gold strike, whether the untoward act be no more than a hunting trip for moose or a stroll after dark to observe the aurora borealis. And when it became known that so prominent a figure as Smoke Bellew had paid twenty-five thousand dollars to old Dwight Sanderson, Dawson wanted to know what he had paid it for. What had Dwight Sanderson, starving on his abandoned town-site, ever owned that was worth twenty-five thousand? In lieu of an answer, Dawson was justified in keeping Smoke in feverish contemplation.
By mid-afternoon it was common knowledge that several score of men had made up light stampeding-packs and cached them in the convenient saloons along Main Street. Wherever Smoke moved, he was the observed of many eyes. And as proof that he was taken seriously, not one man of the many of his acquaintance had the effrontery to ask him about his deal with Dwight Sanderson. On the other hand, no one mentioned eggs to Smoke.
Shorty was under similar surveillance and delicacy of friendliness.
"Makes me feel like I"d killed somebody, or had smallpox, the way they watch me an" seem afraid to speak," Shorty confessed, when he chanced to meet Smoke in front of the Elkhorn. "Look at Bill Saltman there acrost the way--just dyin" to look, an" keepin" his eyes down the street all the time. Wouldn"t think he"d knowed you an" me existed, to look at him.
But I bet you the drinks, Smoke, if you an" me flop around the corner quick, like we was goin" somewheres, an" then turn back from around the next corner, that we run into him a-hikin" h.e.l.l-bent."
They tried the trick, and, doubling back around the second corner, encountered Saltman swinging a long trail-stride in pursuit.
"h.e.l.lo, Bill," Smoke greeted. "Which way?"
"h.e.l.lo. Just a-strollin"," Saltman answered, "just a-strollin".
Weather"s fine, ain"t it?"
"Huh!" Shorty jeered. "If you call that strollin", what might you walk real fast at?"
When Shorty fed the dogs that evening, he was keenly conscious that from the encircling darkness a dozen pairs of eyes were boring in upon him.
And when he stick-tied the dogs, instead of letting them forage free through the night, he knew that he had administered another jolt to the nervousness of Dawson.
According to program, Smoke ate supper downtown and then proceeded to enjoy himself. Wherever he appeared, he was the center of interest, and he purposely made the rounds. Saloons filled up after his entrance and emptied following upon his departure. If he bought a stack of chips at a sleepy roulette-table, inside five minutes a dozen players were around him. He avenged himself, in a small way, on Lucille Arral, by getting up and sauntering out of the Opera House just as she came on to sing her most popular song. In three minutes two-thirds of her audience had vanished after him.
At one in the morning he walked along an unusually populous Main Street and took the turning that led up the hill to his cabin. And when he paused on the ascent, he could hear behind him the crunch of moccasins in the snow.
For an hour the cabin was in darkness, then he lighted a candle, and, after a delay sufficient for a man to dress in, he and Shorty opened the door and began harnessing the dogs. As the light from the cabin flared out upon them and their work, a soft whistle went up from not far away.
This whistle was repeated down the hill.
"Listen to it," Smoke chuckled. "They"ve relayed on us and are pa.s.sing the word down to town. I"ll bet you there are forty men right now rolling out of their blankets and climbing into their pants."
"Ain"t folks fools," Shorty giggled back. "Say, Smoke, they ain"t nothin" in hard graft. A geezer that"d work his hands these days is a--well, a geezer. The world"s sure bustin" full an" dribblin" over the edges with fools a-honin" to be separated from their dust. An" before we start down the hill I want to announce, if you"re still agreeable, that I come in half on this deal."
The sled was lightly loaded with a sleeping- and a grub-outfit. A small coil of steel cable protruded inconspicuously from underneath a grub-sack, while a crowbar lay half hidden along the bottom of the sled next to the lashings.
Shorty fondled the cable with a swift-pa.s.sing mitten, and gave a last affectionate touch to the crowbar. "Huh!" he whispered. "I"d sure do some tall thinking myself if I seen them objects on a sled on a dark night."
They drove the dogs down the hill with cautious silence, and when, emerged on the flat, they turned the team north along Main Street toward the sawmill and directly away from the business part of town, they observed even greater caution. They had seen no one, yet when this change of direction was initiated, out of the dim starlit darkness behind arose a whistle. Past the sawmill and the hospital, at lively speed, they went for a quarter of a mile. Then they turned about and headed back over the ground they had just covered. At the end of the first hundred yards they barely missed colliding with five men racing along at a quick dog-trot. All were slightly stooped to the weight of stampeding-packs. One of them stopped Smoke"s lead-dog, and the rest cl.u.s.tered around.
"Seen a sled goin" the other way?" was asked.
"Nope," Smoke answered. "Is that you, Bill?"
"Well, I"ll be danged!" Bill Saltman e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in honest surprise. "If it ain"t Smoke!"