"Hold on a moment, Smoke," Bill Saltman cried, his voice keen with disappointment. "Want to talk with you a moment."
"Fire away," Smoke answered genially.
"What"d you pay old Sanderson twenty-five thousan" for? Will you answer that?"
"Bill, you give me a pain," was Smoke"s reply. "I came over here for a country residence, so to say, and here are you and a gang trying to cross-examine me when I"m looking for peace an" quietness an" breakfast.
What"s a country residence good for, except for peace and quietness?"
"You ain"t answered the question," Bill Saltman came back with rigid logic.
"And I"m not going to, Bill. That affair is peculiarly a personal affair between Dwight Sanderson and me. Any other question?"
"How about that crowbar an" steel cable then, what you had on your sled the other night?"
"It"s none of your blessed and ruddy business, Bill. Though if Shorty here wants to tell you about it, he can."
"Sure!" Shorty cried, springing eagerly into the breach. His mouth opened, then he faltered and turned to his partner. "Smoke, confidentially, just between you an" me, I don"t think it IS any of their darn business. Come on in. The life"s gettin" boiled outa that coffee."
The door closed and the three hundred sagged into forlorn and grumbling groups.
"Say, Saltman," one man said, "I thought you was goin" to lead us to it."
"Not on your life," Saltman answered crustily. "I said Smoke would lead us to it."
"An" this is it?"
"You know as much about it as me, an" we all know Smoke"s got something salted down somewheres. Or else for what did he pay Sanderson the twenty-five thousand? Not for this mangy town-site, that"s sure an"
certain."
A chorus of cries affirmed Saltman"s judgment.
"Well, what are we goin" to do now?" someone queried dolefully.
"Me for one for breakfast," Wild Water Charley said cheerfully. "You led us up a blind alley this time, Bill."
"I tell you I didn"t," Saltman objected. "Smoke led us. An" just the same, what about them twenty-five thousand?"
At half-past eight, when daylight had grown strong, Shorty carefully opened the door and peered out. "Shucks," he exclaimed. "They-all"s hiked back to Dawson. I thought they was goin" to camp here."
"Don"t worry; they"ll come sneaking back," Smoke rea.s.sured him. "If I don"t miss my guess you"ll see half Dawson over here before we"re done with it. Now jump in and lend me a hand. We"ve got work to do."
"Aw, for Heaven"s sake put me on," Shorty complained, when, at the end of an hour, he surveyed the result of their toil--a windla.s.s in the corner of the cabin, with an endless rope that ran around double logrollers.
Smoke turned it with a minimum of effort, and the rope slipped and creaked. "Now, Shorty, you go outside and tell me what it sounds like."
Shorty, listening at the closed door, heard all the sounds of a windla.s.s hoisting a load, and caught himself unconsciously attempting to estimate the depth of shaft out of which this load was being hoisted. Next came a pause, and in his mind"s eye he saw the bucket swinging short to the windla.s.s. Then he heard the quick lower-away and the dull sound as of the bucket coming to abrupt rest on the edge of the shaft. He threw open the door, beaming.
"I got you," he cried. "I almost fell for it myself. What next?"
The next was the dragging into the cabin of a dozen sled-loads of rock.
And through an exceedingly busy day there were many other nexts.
"Now you run the dogs over to Dawson this evening," Smoke instructed, when supper was finished. "Leave them with Breck. He"ll take care of them. They"ll be watching what you do, so get Breck to go to the A. C.
Company and buy up all the blasting-powder--there"s only several hundred pounds in stock. And have Breck order half a dozen hard-rock drills from the blacksmith. Breck"s a quartz-man, and he"ll give the blacksmith a rough idea of what he wants made. And give Breck these location descriptions, so that he can record them at the gold commissioner"s to-morrow. And finally, at ten o"clock, you be on Main Street listening.
Mind you, I don"t want them to be too loud. Dawson must just hear them and no more than hear them. I"ll let off three, of different quant.i.ties, and you note which is more nearly the right thing."
At ten that night Shorty, strolling down Main Street, aware of many curious eyes, his ears keyed tensely, heard a faint and distant explosion. Thirty seconds later there was a second, sufficiently loud to attract the attention of others on the street. Then came a third, so violent that it rattled the windows and brought the inhabitants into the street.
"Shook "em up beautiful," Shorty proclaimed breathlessly, an hour afterward, when he arrived at the cabin on Tra-Lee. He gripped Smoke"s hand. "You should a-saw "em. Ever kick over a ant-hole? Dawson"s just like that. Main Street was crawlin" an" hummin" when I pulled my freight. You won"t see Tra-Lee to-morrow for folks. An" if they ain"t some a-sneakin" acrost right now I don"t know minin" nature, that"s all."
Smoke grinned, stepped to the fake windla.s.s, and gave it a couple of creaking turns. Shorty pulled out the moss-c.h.i.n.king from between the logs so as to make peep-holes on every side of the cabin. Then he blew out the candle.
"Now," he whispered at the end of half an hour.
Smoke turned the windla.s.s slowly, paused after several minutes, caught up a galvanized bucket filled with earth and struck it with slide and sc.r.a.pe and grind against the heap of rocks they had hauled in. Then he lighted a cigarette, shielding the flame of the match in his hands.
"They"s three of "em," Shorty whispered. "You oughta saw "em. Say, when you made that bucket-dump noise they was fair quiverin". They"s one at the window now tryin" to peek in."
Smoke glowed his cigarette, and glanced at his watch.
"We"ve got to do this thing regularly," he breathed. "We"ll haul up a bucket every fifteen minutes. And in the meantime--"
Through triple thicknesses of sacking, he struck a cold-chisel on the face of a rock.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Shorty moaned with delight. He crept over noiselessly from the peep-hole. "They"ve got their heads together, an" I can almost see "em talkin"."
And from then until four in the morning, at fifteen-minute intervals, the seeming of a bucket was hoisted on the windla.s.s that creaked and ran around on itself and hoisted nothing. Then their visitors departed, and Smoke and Shorty went to bed.
After daylight, Shorty examined the moccasin-marks. "Big Bill Saltman was one of them," he concluded. "Look at the size of it."
Smoke looked out over the river. "Get ready for visitors. There are two crossing the ice now."
"Huh! Wait till Breck files that string of claims at nine o"clock.
There"ll be two thousand crossing over."
"And every mother"s son of them yammering "mother-lode,"" Smoke laughed.
""The source of the Klondike placers found at last.""
Shorty, who had clambered to the top of a steep shoulder of rock, gazed with the eye of a connoisseur at the strip they had staked.
"It sure looks like a true fissure vein," he said. "A expert could almost trace the lines of it under the snow. It"d fool anybody. The slide fills the front of it an" see them outcrops? Look like the real thing, only they ain"t."
When the two men, crossing the river, climbed the zigzag trail up the slide, they found a closed cabin. Bill Saltman, who led the way, went softly to the door, listened, then beckoned Wild Water Charley up to him. From inside came the creak and whine of a windla.s.s bearing a heavy load. They waited at the final pause, then heard the lower-away and the impact of a bucket on rock. Four times, in the next hour, they heard the thing repeated. Then Wild Water knocked on the door. From inside came low furtive noises, then silences, and more furtive noises, and at the end of five minutes Smoke, breathing heavily, opened the door an inch and peered out. They saw on his face and shirt powdered rock-fragments.
His greeting was suspiciously genial.
"Wait a minute," he added, "and I"ll be with you."
Pulling on his mittens, he slipped through the door and confronted the visitors outside in the snow. Their quick eyes noted his shirt, across the shoulders, discolored and powdery, and the knees of his overalls that showed signs of dirt brushed hastily but not quite thoroughly away.