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Pierce had seen them last at Linderman, engaged in prosecuting a stampeders' divorce; he was surprised to find them reunited. "I never dreamed you'd get through," he told them, when greetings had passed. "Did you come in one boat or in two?" Jerry grinned. "We sawed up that outlaw four times. We'd have split her end to end finally, only we run out of pitch to cork her up."
A boisterous wind had roused Lake Linderman, and out of the inky blackness came the sound of its anger. As Pierce groped his way up to the nearest skiff he was startled by receiving a sharp challenge in the Countess Courteau's voice. "Who is that?" she cried. "It's I, Pierce," he answered, quickly.
Eagle lay on the edge of the line; a few miles farther on, the British flag waved over the barracks at Fort Cudahy. Then came Dawson, Pelly, the Five Fingers, Windy Arm, Caribou Crossing, Linderman, the Chilcoot and Dyea. On the morning after passing Eagle, they rose early. This was their last camp, and they were now to part. Fortune's heart was light.
The last pack, from Long Lake to Linderman, was three miles, and the trail, if trail it could be called, rose up over a thousand-foot hogback, dropped down a scramble of slippery rocks, and crossed a wide stretch of swamp.
First, last, and only offer. In ten minutes the price goes up to three fifty, and fifty for each five minutes after that." "It's robbery ..." Mr. Crane spluttered, and made uncouth sounds of rage. "Now you know how the other fellow has been feeling. Seven minutes left...." Four more minutes sped before the surrender came. "Certified check," said Mr. Linderman.
I'm prayin' for come along some woman any kin' of woman at all I don' care if she's squaw." "There ain't any skirts back of us. Best's outfit was the last to leave Linderman. There won't be any more till after the freeze- up." "Eh bien! Den I s'pose I do de bes' I can. She's poor seeck gal in beeg, cold countree wit' no frien's, no money " "No money?" Broad was startled.
Between Linderman and Lake Bennett was a portage. The boat, lightly loaded, was lined down the small but violent connecting stream, and here Kit learned a vast deal more about boats and water. But when it came to packing the outfit, Stine and Sprague disappeared, and their men spent two days of back-breaking toil in getting the outfit across.
"If we aren't storm-bound at the summit we'll make Dyea to-morrow night, and if we have luck in catching a steamer we'll be in San Francisco in a week." "Enjoyed your vacation?" Kit asked absently. Their camp for that last night at Linderman was a melancholy remnant. Everything of use, including the tent, had been taken by the cousins.
"Can you stow me away for the night? You may name your own price." "The price won't cripple you. I'm sorry there ain't some more women here at Linderman, but there ain't. We had one a doctor's wife, but she's gone." "I met her at Lake Marsh." "We've a lot more coming, but they're not here. My name is Linton. The more-or-less Christian prefix thereto is Tom. I've got a partner named Jerry.
Linderman, and he was not exaggerating greatly as to the time required to bring the gentlemen to him. "Know Mr. Linderman Crane and Keith?" said Scattergood. "Come in and set." "What do you want with pulp company stock?" Crane demanded. "Paper the kitchen. Maybe, if I kin git enough, I'll paper the parlor. Lack five hunderd shares for the parlor. Got'em with you?"
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