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With his horse, his dog, and a sandwich, but never a gun, he would make long excursions down toward Lake Linderman, to Bennett, or over Atlin way. When the country became too rough for the horse, he would be left picketed near a stream with a faithful dog to look after him while the pathfinder climbed up among the eagles. In the meantime Foy kept pounding away.

Every minute you can save is precious, isn't it?" "It is." "Then I can get you a tug. My brother tells me the Atlin is coming across from Victoria and should be here early this evening. He has gone back to the office to secure her for you, though she was fixed to go off for a lumber boom." "Thank you," responded Carroll. "It's a very great service. She's a powerful boat." Jessy hesitated.

Occasionally a soiled pedestrian would slide down the slope, tell a wild tale of rich strikes, and a hundred men would quit work and head for the highlands. Foy would storm and swear and coax by turns, but to no purpose; for they were like so many steers, and as easily stampeded. When the Atlin boom struck the camp, Foy lost five hundred men in as many minutes.

Ye're no far from a genius!" "Thanks. I believe I succeeded better than I could have expected, and perhaps than I deserved." They were interrupted then by Nairn, who came hastily into the room. "There's one of the Atlin deck-hands below," he announced. "He's come on here from Horsfield's to say that the boat's ready with a full head of steam up, and the packers ye hired are waiting on the wharf."

"See any coal?" he asked. "If trouble should come" it was just after the flight of Diaz "we haven't coal enough to go half-way up or down the coast." Sometimes we can guess the game from the moves of the chess players. With facts for chessmen, what are the moves? It was up in Atlin, British Columbia, a few years after the Klondike rush.

We were no longer crowded, as passengers scattered to different boats, some going east to Atlin. With little trouble I secured a lodging for one night with the stewardess of the small steamer which would carry us as far as Miles Canyon or the Camp, Canyon City. From there we were obliged to walk five miles over the trail. It was midsummer, and the woods through which we passed were green.

The mystery of the North had touched them all. The glad, bright wine of adventure filled their veins, and they spoke mightily of things they had resolved to do, or recounted with simple diffidence the strange stories of their accomplishment. The "Bronco Kid," familiar from Atlin to Nome as the best "bank" dealer on the Yukon, worked the shift from eight till two.

"There's that big new tent up there on the hill, next to the Buckeyes' cabin. Good tent; belongs to a couple o' rich Englishmen, third owners in No. 0. Gone to Atlin. Told me to do what I liked with that tent. You might bunk there while they're away." "Now, that's mighty good of you, sah. Next whose cabin did you say?" "Oh, I don't know their names. They have a lay on seventeen. Ohio men.

But hundreds kept on toward Lake Bennett, and thence by water up Windy Arm to the Atlin country, and many of them have not yet returned to claim their time-checks. The autumn waned.