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The old man unlimbered lamely; blinking his eyes and murmuring

automatically:  〃What'll ye have; gents?  What'll ye have?〃



They followed him inside and ranged up against the long bar where

of yore a half…dozen nimble bar…keepers found little time to loaf。

The great room; ordinarily aroar with life; was still and gloomy as

a tomb。  There was no rattling of chips; no whirring of ivory

balls。  Roulette and faro tables were like gravestones under their

canvas covers。  No women's voices drifted merrily from the dance…

room behind。  Ol' Jim Cummings wiped a glass with palsied hands;

and Kink Mitchell scrawled his initials on the dust…covered bar。



〃Where's the girls?〃 Hootchinoo Bill shouted; with affected

geniality。



〃Gone;〃 was the ancient bar…keeper's reply; in a voice thin and

aged as himself; and as unsteady as his hand。



〃Where's Bidwell and Barlow?〃



〃Gone。〃



〃And Sweetwater Charley?〃



〃Gone。〃



〃And his sister?〃



〃Gone too。〃



〃Your daughter Sally; then; and her little kid?〃



〃Gone; all gone。〃  The old man shook his head sadly; rummaging in

an absent way among the dusty bottles。



〃Great Sardanapolis!  Where?〃 Kink Mitchell exploded; unable longer

to restrain himself。  〃You don't say you've had the plague?〃



〃Why; ain't you heerd?〃  The old man chuckled quietly。  〃They…all's

gone to Dawson。〃



〃What…like is that?〃 Bill demanded。  〃A creek? or a bar? or a

place?〃



〃Ain't never heered of Dawson; eh?〃  The old man chuckled

exasperatingly。  〃Why; Dawson's a town; a city; bigger'n Forty

Mile。  Yes; sir; bigger'n Forty Mile。〃



〃I've ben in this land seven year;〃 Bill announced emphatically;

〃an' I make free to say I never heard tell of the burg before。

Hold on!  Let's have some more of that whisky。  Your information's

flabbergasted me; that it has。  Now just whereabouts is this

Dawson…place you was a…mentionin'?〃



〃On the big flat jest below the mouth of Klondike;〃 ol' Jim

answered。  〃But where has you…all ben this summer?〃



〃Never you mind where we…all's ben;〃 was Kink Mitchell's testy

reply。  〃We…all's ben where the skeeters is that thick you've got

to throw a stick into the air so as to see the sun and tell the

time of day。  Ain't I right; Bill?〃



〃Right you are;〃 said Bill。  〃But speakin' of this Dawson…place how

like did it happen to be; Jim?〃



〃Ounce to the pan on a creek called Bonanza; an' they ain't got to

bed…rock yet。〃



〃Who struck it?〃



〃Carmack。〃



At mention of the discoverer's name the partners stared at each

other disgustedly。  Then they winked with great solemnity。



〃Siwash George;〃 sniffed Hootchinoo Bill。



〃That squaw…man;〃 sneered Kink Mitchell。



〃I wouldn't put on my moccasins to stampede after anything he'd

ever find;〃 said Bill。



〃Same here;〃 announced his partner。  〃A cuss that's too plumb lazy

to fish his own salmon。  That's why he took up with the Indians。

S'pose that black brother…in…law of his;lemme see; Skookum Jim;

eh?s'pose he's in on it?〃



The old bar…keeper nodded。  〃Sure; an' what's more; all Forty Mile;

exceptin' me an' a few cripples。〃



〃And drunks;〃 added Kink Mitchell。



〃No…sir…ee!〃 the old man shouted emphatically。



〃I bet you the drinks Honkins ain't in on it!〃 Hootchinoo Bill

cried with certitude。



Ol' Jim's face lighted up。  〃I takes you; Bill; an' you loses。〃



〃However did that ol' soak budge out of Forty Mile?〃 Mitchell

demanded。



〃The ties him down an' throws him in the bottom of a polin'…boat;〃

ol' Jim explained。  〃Come right in here; they did; an' takes him

out of that there chair there in the corner; an' three more drunks

they finds under the pianny。  I tell you…alls the whole camp hits

up the Yukon for Dawson jes' like Sam Scratch was after them;

wimmen; children; babes in arms; the whole shebang。  Bidwell comes

to me an' sez; sez he; 'Jim; I wants you to keep tab on the Monte

Carlo。  I'm goin'。'



〃'Where's Barlow?' sez I。  'Gone;' sez he; 'an' I'm a…followin'

with a load of whisky。'  An' with that; never waitin' for me to

decline; he makes a run for his boat an' away he goes; polin' up

river like mad。  So here I be; an' these is the first drinks I've

passed out in three days。〃



The partners looked at each other。



〃Gosh darn my buttoms!〃 said Hootchinoo Bill。  〃Seems likes you and

me; Kink; is the kind of folks always caught out with forks when it

rains soup。〃



〃Wouldn't it take the saleratus out your dough; now?〃 said Kink

Mitchell。  〃A stampede of tin…horns; drunks; an' loafers。〃



〃An' squaw…men;〃 added Bill。  〃Not a genooine miner in the whole

caboodle。〃



〃Genooine miners like you an' me; Kink;〃 he went on academically;

〃is all out an' sweatin' hard over Birch Creek way。  Not a genooine

miner in this whole crazy Dawson outfit; and I say right here; not

a step do I budge for any Carmack strike。  I've got to see the

colour of the dust first。〃



〃Same here;〃 Mitchell agreed。  〃Let's have another drink。〃



Having wet this resolution; they beached the canoe; transferred its

contents to their cabin; and cooked dinner。  But as the afternoon

wore along they grew restive。  They were men used to the silence of

the great wilderness; but this gravelike silence of a town worried

them。  They caught themselves listening for familiar sounds

〃waitin' for something to make a noise which ain't goin' to make a

noise;〃 as Bill put it。  They strolled through the deserted streets

to the Monte Carlo for more drinks; and wandered along the river

bank to the steamer landing; where only water gurgled as the eddy

filled and emptied; and an occasional salmon leapt flashing into

the sun。



They sat down in the shade in front of the store and talked with

the consumptive storekeeper; whose liability to hemorrhage

accounted for his presence。  Bill and Kink told him how they

intended loafing in their cabin and resting up after the hard

summer's work。  They told him; with a certain insistence; that was

half appeal for belief; half challenge for contradiction; how much

they were going to enjoy their idleness。  But the storekeeper was

uninterested。  He switched the conversation back to the strike on

Klondike; and they could not keep him away from it。  He could think

of nothing else; talk of nothing else; till Hootchinoo Bill rose up

in anger and disgust。



〃Gosh darn Dawson; say I!〃 he cried。



〃Same here;〃 said Kink Mitchell; with a brightening face。  〃One'd

think something was doin' up there; 'stead of bein' a mere stampede

of greenhorns an' tinhorns。〃



But a boat came into view from downstream。  It was long and slim。

It hugged the bank closely; and its three occupants; standing

upright; propelled it against the stiff current by means of long

poles。



〃Circle City outfit;〃 said the storekeeper。  〃I was lookin' for 'em

along by afternoon。  Forty Mile had the start of them by a hundred

and seventy miles。  But gee! they ain't losin' any time!〃



'We'll just sit here quiet…like and watch 'em string by;〃 Bill said

complacently。



As he spoke; another boat appeared in sight; followed after a brief

interval by two others。  By this time the first boat was abreast of

the men on the bank。  Its occupants did not cease poling while

greetings were exchanged; and; though its progress was slow; a

half…hour saw it out of sight up river。



Still they came from below; boat after boat; in endless procession。

The uneasiness of Bill and Kink increased。  They stole speculative;

tentative glances at each other; and when their eyes met looked

away in embarrassment。  Finally; however; their eyes met and

neither looked away。



Kink opened his mouth to speak; but words failed him and his mouth

remained open while he continued to gaze at his partner。



〃Just what I was thinken'; Kink;〃 said Bill。



They grinned sheepishly at each other; and by tacit consent started

to walk away。 

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