"Right. Feedin" yourn on bacon, I s"pose, at forty cents a pound?"
"Bacon and meal."
"Guess you"ll get tired o" that."
"Well, we"d sell you the red dog for sixty dollars," admitted the Boy.
The man stared. "Give you thirty for that black brute over there."
"Thirty dollars for Nig!"
"And not a--cent more. Dogs is down." He could get a dozen as good for twenty-five dollars.
"Just you try." But the Colonel, grumbling, said thirty dollars was thirty dollars, and he reckoned he"d call it a deal. The Boy stared, opened his mouth to protest, and shut it without a sound.
The Colonel had untied Nig, and the Leader, unmindful of the impending change in his fortunes, dashed past the muddy man from the gulch with such impetuosity that he knocked that gentleman off his legs. He picked himself up scowling, and was feeling for his gold sack.
"Got scales here?"
"No need of scales." The Boy whipped out a little roll of money, counted out thirty dollars, and held it towards the Colonel. "I can afford to keep Nig awhile if that"s his figure."
The stranger was very angry at this new turn in the dog deal. He had seen that Siwash out at the gulch, heard he was for sale, and came in "a purpose to git him."
"The dog season"s over," said the Boy, pulling Nig"s ears and smiling.
"Oh, _is_ it? Well, the season for eatin" meals ain"t over. How"m I to git grub out to my claim without a dog?"
"We are offerin" you a couple o" capital draught dogs."
"I bought that there Siwash, and I"d a paid fur him if he hadn"t a knocked me down." He advanced threateningly. "An" if you ain"t huntin"
trouble--"
The big Colonel stepped in and tried to soothe the stranger, as well as to convince him that this was not the party to try bullying on.
"I"ll give you forty dollars for the dog," said the muddy man sulkily to the Boy.
"No."
"Give you fifty, and that"s my last word."
"I ain"t sellin" dogs."
He cursed, and offered five dollars more.
"Can"t you see I _mean_ it? I"m goin" to keep that dog--awhile."
"S"pose you think you"ll make a good thing o" hirin" him out?"
He hadn"t thought of it, but he said: "Why not? Best dog in the Yukon."
"Well, how much?"
"How much"ll you give?"
"Dollar a day."
"Done."
So Nig was hired out, Spot was sold for twenty dollars, and Red later for fifteen.
"Well," said the Colonel when they went in, "I didn"t know you were so smart. But you can"t live _here_ on Nig"s seven dollars a week."
The Boy shook his head. Their miserable canned and salted fare cost about four dollars a day per man.
"I"m goin" to take Nig"s tip," he said--"goin" to work."
Easier said than done. In their high rubber boots they splashed about Rampart in the mild, thawing weather, "tryin" to scare up a job," as one of them stopped to explain to every likely person: "Yes, sah, lookin" for any sort of honourable employment till the ice goes out."
"Nothin" doin"."
"Everything"s at a standstill."
"Just keepin" body and soul together myself till the boats come in."
They splashed out to the gulch on the same errand.
Yes, wages were fifteen dollars a day when they were busy. Just now they were waiting for the thorough thaw.
"Should think it was pretty thorough without any waitin"."
Salaman shook his head. "Only in the town and tundra. The frost holds on to the deep gulch gravel like grim death. And the diggin"s were already full of men ready to work for their keep-at least, they say so," Salaman added.
Not only in the great cities is human flesh and blood held cheaper than that of the brutes. Even in the off season, when dogs was down, Nig could get his dollar a day, but his masters couldn"t get fifty cents.
CHAPTER XVII
THE GREAT STAMPEDE
"Die Menchen suchen und suchen, wollen immer was Besseres finden....
Gott geb" ihnen nur Geduld!"
Men in the Gold Nugget were talking about some claims, staked and recorded in due form, but on which the statutory work had not been done.
"What about "em?"