During the meal, and afterwards, the conversation was about the claims and the prospect of their getting them. It was two weeks yet before they could be judiciously staked. In the meantime, Frank and George could put down other shafts prospecting the width and extent of the pay streak, while John and Hugh were getting their shaft down to bed-rock. It would be slow work for these two, now that they had struck frost, which necessitated thawing by wood-fires.
"I guess we need a cabin on these claims," said Hugh. "It"s more a sign we"re holding them down, and if we start building it we can kill time so as not to look conspicuous, as we would if we was just to sit and do nothing. It would have the rubber-necks guessing."
So the work continued upon the four hillside claims on Dominion Creek, John and Hugh working at day, George and Frank at night. These two, holding the vigil of the second night, again found bed-rock and gold, twenty feet further up the hillside than their first shafts.
On the day following John and Hugh quickly cleared the bottom of their shafts of the earth which the fires, burning through the night, had thawed. They then set new fires, and sat in the shade of a tree while they burned. The bed-rock on each of their claims was deeper than that on the claims of their two a.s.sociates, and both felt that their claims would prove the richer, though neither of them uttered this thought. The minds of all were planning how best to gain possession of their discoveries.
"I guess," said Hugh, as he lit his pipe, and slapped divers mosquitoes to death, "that it ain"t altogether judicious for George and Frank to perforate this here landscape with any more shafts. There is sure to be some fellows rubber-necking here soon. I see some water has seeped into the two holes they sunk first, and the other two will probably fill soon. This will keep others from investigating. I guess they had better get to work on a cabin, which we will help them with as soon as we get bed-rock ourselves. These claims is mighty well worth holding on to, and we don"t want to run no chances of not getting them--which we, sure, won"t do if Poo-Bah"s gang gets on to the fact that they are any good."
When the four were seated round the evening meal the matter was talked over, and Frank and George agreed to start building a cabin. The work was begun that very night.
Days came and went; yet neither John nor Hugh found bed-rock, although each shaft was now fifteen feet deep. At twelve-foot depth a windla.s.s had been constructed on each claim, and the earth hoisted from the shaft. At eighteen feet Hugh struck gravel. As John, who worked the windla.s.s, dumped a bucket of gravel, he would hide it by shovelling over it earth from the dump. Finding gravel there at that depth suggested gold; in fact, the depth to which the shaft was sunk without striking bed-rock was sufficiently compromising.
At last bed-rock was reached, and a pan of dirt extracted. The pan was washed, and a nugget worth fully a dollar and a half, besides about two dollars in fine gold, was its product. Here was wealth and no mistake!
"Hi-u chickaman stuff, he! he!" laughed Frank. They all looked into each other"s eyes. Hugh gritted his teeth as he thought of Poo-Bah. If there was any extent of this gravel it const.i.tuted a fortune--yes, very little of this ground meant wealth. How much of it would there be? Was this gold of Dominion Creek pay-streak? He did not know: the great thing about mining is, you never know.
John"s shaft found bed-rock at twenty-two feet, where he got a good five dollars to the pan. Frank jabbered; the others said but little.
It was late in the afternoon when the pan of dirt from John"s shaft was tried. After supper Hugh took a stroll. He walked far up the hillside, and gazed at the tributary valley that ran into Dominion Creek, just up-stream from John"s claim. This "pup"--as the miners term these small tributaries--Hugh noticed had been staked and prospected, but had not yielded pay. He had already planned to use its water for the washing of the gravel should he gain possession of his claim.
He then walked down to the adjacent claim being worked on Dominion Creek, and began asking questions of the man at the windla.s.s. He was always ready to receive information, though he seldom gave any. The ground on Dominion was rich--enormously rich--ten, twenty, and sometimes fifty dollar pans. Up-stream the second claim was not nearly so rich.
The man at the windla.s.s did not know the value of the intervening claim; it was held by the Government.
"How far are you to bed-rock?"
"About twenty-five feet."
"Much gravel?"
"About three feet--hardly three feet."
Hugh was tempted to ask how deep the miners, who had prospected the pup, had gone before they had struck pay; but did not, because he gave the man credit for intelligence.
"Black muck above gravel?" he asked.
"Yes, or we would not be working with wood-fires now. Black muck takes a lot to thaw; but, as it is, I guess we shall have to quit till winter--but we have proved our ground rich."
Until the advent of steam-thawing machines, the Klondike miners thawed their ground by wood-fires, which process can only be carried on extensively in winter.
Hugh left the miner and walked to the mouth of the pup. With a pole he sounded the depth of an abandoned shaft. It was fifteen feet. He walked to the camp and found John, the others being at work on the cabin.
"John, the bed-rock at the bottom of your shaft dips towards my claim, and the bed-rock in my shaft dips towards your claim."
"Yes."
"The fellow at the windla.s.s on the creek claim tells me that he is in the biggest kind of pay outside of Eldorado, but that the second claim up-stream is not up to much. He has muck."
"Yes."
"We have earth and broken rock down to the gravel."
"Yes."
"His shaft is twenty-five feet to bed-rock, and if we sank a shaft half-way between yours and mine we would find it deeper than either."
"In all probability, yes."
"Don"t you see what I am driving at?"
"No," John answered bluntly.
"You"ve caught on to that pup up-stream there."
"I have!"
"Well, it"s only fifteen feet to bed-rock there. The old channel of that pup runs underneath your claim and mine and is mighty rich. The gold found on the creek claim looks exactly like ours: I saw some of it lying in a pan."
John was watching the face of his friend intently.
"These hillside claims are two hundred and fifty feet long, and stretch one thousand feet back, which means the chances are that the claims you and I are prospecting cover one thousand feet of mighty rich ground."
"We are wealthy men," said John.
And his thought pa.s.sed in a flash to Alice Peel.
"Hold on!--we ain"t got them yet," counselled Hugh.
His mind reverted to Poo-Bah.
CHAPTER XXI
THE PEELS" HOSPITAL
Alice Peel and her father, the Surgeon-Major, arrived in Dawson by one of the first steamers from St. Michael"s. It was late in the evening when they docked, so they arranged to stay on board all night. This made it possible for them to see some of the sights ere they retired. They landed and mingled with the crowds preparatory to finding lodgings.
Alice suggested they should ascertain the whereabouts of the Rector. Her father did so; and when he thanked the man of whom he inquired, added, "I"ll look him up to-morrow."
"Might as well do so right away, quick; he"s always hangin" round there."
"But it"s eleven o"clock."
"Don"t make no difference in Dawson."
Alice and her father, thereupon, picked their way towards the Police Barracks, where, on the banks of the "slough," rested the little log church. It was shut off from the street by a rustic fence--a peaceful sight. Alice and her father were standing regarding it, and had almost made up their minds to enter, to see if any one was about, when their attention was attracted by a man in a boat mooring his craft beside the church grounds. He landed his bundle of blankets, and was spreading them under the church window, when a slight figure with bared head stepped out of the door and stood looking at the intruder.