Andshe，knowingthatthemomenthadcome，butunabletodivinewhatwaspassingwithinhim，feltallshehadgainedslippingaway。
　　"Dave！Dave！"shecried。"Iwillnotgiveyouup！Iwillnotgiveyouup！Ifyoudonotwishtocome，wewillstay。Iwillstaywithyou。Theworldislesstomethanareyou。IwillbeaNorthlandwifetoyou。Iwillcookyourfood，feedyourdogs，breaktrailforyou，liftapaddlewithyou。Icandoit。
　　Believeme，Iamstrong。"
　　Nordidhedoubtit，lookinguponherandholdingherofffromhim;buthisfacehadgrownsternandgray，andthewarmthhaddiedoutofhiseyes。
　　"IwillpayoffPierreandtheboatmen，andletthemgo。AndI
　　willstaywithyou，priestornopriest，ministerornominister;
　　gowithyou，now，anywhere！Dave！Dave！Listentome！YousayIdidyouwronginthepast——andIdid——letmemakeupforit，letmeatone。IfIdidnotrightlymeasurelovebefore，letmeshowthatIcannow。"
　　Shesanktothefloorandthrewherarmsabouthisknees，sobbing。
　　"AndyouDOcareforme。YouDOcareforme。Think！ThelongyearsIhavewaited，suffered！Youcanneverknow！"Hestoopedandraisedhertoherfeet。
　　"Listen，"hecommanded，openingthedoorandliftingherbodilyoutside。"Itcannotbe。Wearenotalonetobeconsidered。Youmustgo。Iwishyouasafejourney。YouwillfindittougherworkwhenyougetupbytheSixtyMile，butyouhavethebestboatmenintheworld，andwillgetthroughallright。Willyousaygood—by？"
　　Thoughshealreadyhadherselfinhand，shelookedathimhopelessly。"If——if——ifWinapieshould——"Shequaveredandstopped。
　　Buthegraspedtheunspokenthought，andanswered，"Yes。"Thenstruckwiththeenormityofit，"Itcannotbeconceived。Thereisnolikelihood。Itmustnotbeentertained。"
　　"Kissme，"shewhispered，herfacelighting。Thensheturnedandwentaway。
　　"Breakcamp，Pierre，"shesaidtotheboatman，whoalonehadremainedawakeagainstherreturn。"Wemustbegoing。"
　　Bythefirelighthissharpeyesscannedthewoeinherface，buthereceivedtheextraordinarycommandasthoughitwerethemostusualthingintheworld。"Oui，madame，"heassented。"Whichway？Dawson？"
　　"No，"sheanswered，lightlyenough;"up;out;Dyea。"
　　Whereathefelluponthesleepingvoyageurs，kickingthem，grunting，fromtheirblankets，andbucklingthemdowntothework，thewhilehisvoice，vibrantwithaction，shrillingthroughallthecamp。InatriceMrs。Sayther’stinytenthadbeenstruck，potsandpanswerebeinggatheredup，blanketsrolled，andthemenstaggeringundertheloadstotheboat。Here，onthebanks，Mrs。
　　Saytherwaitedtilltheluggagewasmadeship—shapeandhernestprepared。
　　"Welineuptodeheadofdeisland，"Pierreexplainedtoherwhilerunningoutthelongtowrope。"Denwetaktodasbackchannel，wheredewaternotqueek，andIt’inkwemakgoodtam。"
　　Ascufflingandpatteringoffeetinthelastyear’sdrygrasscaughthisquickear，andheturnedhishead。TheIndiangirl，circledbyabristlingringofwolfdogs，wascomingtowardthem。
　　Mrs。Saythernotedthatthegirl’sface，whichhadbeenapatheticthroughoutthesceneinthecabin，hadnowquickenedintoblazingandwrathfullife。
　　"Whatyoudomyman？"shedemandedabruptlyofMrs。Sayther。"Himlayonbunk，andhimlookbadallthetime。Isay，’Whatthematter，Dave？Yousick？’Buthimnosaynothing。Afterthathimsay，’GoodgirlWinapie，goway。Ibeallrightbimeby。’Whatyoudomyman，eh？Ithinkyoubadwoman。"
　　Mrs。Saytherlookedcuriouslyatthebarbarianwomanwhosharedthelifeofthisman，whileshedepartedaloneinthedarknessofnight。
　　"Ithinkyoubadwoman，"Winapierepeatedintheslow，methodicalwayofonewhogropesforstrangewordsinanalientongue。"I
　　thinkbetteryougoway，nocomenomore。Eh？Whatyouthink？I
　　haveoneman。IIndiangirl。You’Mericanwoman。Yougoodtosee。Youfindplentymen。Youreyesbluelikethesky。Yourskinsowhite，sosoft。"
　　Coollyshethrustoutabrownforefingerandpressedthesoftcheekoftheotherwoman。AndtotheeternalcreditofKarenSayther，sheneverflinched。Pierrehesitatedandhalfsteppedforward;butshemotionedhimaway，thoughherheartwelledtohimwithsecretgratitude。"It’sallright，Pierre，"shesaid。
　　"Pleasegoaway。"
　　Hesteppedbackrespectfullyoutofearshot，wherehestoodgrumblingtohimselfandmeasuringthedistanceinsprings。
　　"Umwhite，umsoft，likebaby。"Winapietouchedtheothercheekandwithdrewherhand。"Bimebymosquitocome。Skingetsoreinspot;umswell，oh，sobig;umhurt，oh，somuch。Plentymosquito;plentyspot。Ithinkbetteryougonowbeforemosquitocome。Thisway，"pointingdownthestream，"yougoSt。Michael’s;
　　thatway，"pointingup，"yougoDyea。BetteryougoDyea。Good—
　　by。"
　　AndthatwhichMrs。Saytherthendid，causedPierretomarvelgreatly。ForshethrewherarmsaroundtheIndiangirl，kissedher，andburstintotears。
　　"Begoodtohim，"shecried。"Begoodtohim。"
　　Thensheslippedhalfdownthefaceofthebank，calledback"Good—by，"anddroppedintotheboatamidships。Pierrefollowedherandcastoff。Heshovedthesteeringoarintoplaceandgavethesignal。LeGoireliftedanoldFrenchchanson;themen，likearowofghostsinthedimstarlight，benttheirbackstothetowline;thesteeringoarcuttheblackcurrentsharply，andtheboatsweptoutintothenight。
　　WHICHMAKEMENREMEMBER
　　FortuneLaPearlecrushedhiswaythroughthesnow，sobbing，straining，cursinghisluck，Alaska，Nome，thecards，andthemanwhohadfelthisknife。Thehotbloodwasfreezingonhishands，andthesceneyetbrightinhiseyes，——theman，clutchingthetableandsinkingslowlytothefloor;therollingcountersandthescattereddeck;theswiftshiverthroughouttheroom，andthepause;thegame—keepersnolongercalling，andtheclatterofthechipsdyingaway;thestartledfaces;theinfiniteinstantofsilence;andthenthegreatblood—roarandthetideofvengeancewhichlappedhisheelsandturnedthetownmadbehindhim。
　　"Allhell’sbrokeloose，"hesneered，turningasideinthedarknessandheadingforthebeach。Lightswereflashingfromopendoors，andtent，cabin，anddance—hallletsliptheirdenizensuponthechase。Theclamorofmenandhowlingofdogssmotehisearsandquickenedhisfeet。Heranonandon。Thesoundsgrewdim，andthepursuitdissipateditselfinvainrageandaimlessgroping。Butaflittingshadowclungtohim。Headthrustovershoulder，hecaughtglimpsesofit，nowtakingvagueshapeonanopenexpanseofsnow，howmergingintothedeepershadowsofsomedarkenedcabinorbeach—listedcraft。
　　FortuneLaPearlesworelikeawoman，weakly，withthehintoftearsthatcomesofexhaustion，andplungeddeeperintothemazeofheapedice，tents，andprospectholes。Hestumbledovertauthawsersandpilesofdunnage，trippedoncrazyguy—ropesandinsanelyplantedpegs，andfellagainandagainuponfrozendumpsandmoundsofhoardeddriftwood。Attimes，whenhedeemedhehaddrawnclear，hisheaddizzywiththepainfulpoundingofhisheartandthesuffocatingintakeofhisbreath，heslackeneddown;andevertheshadowleapedoutofthegloomandforcedhimoninheart—breakingflight。Aswiftintuitionlasheduponhim，leavinginitstrailthecoldchillofsuperstition。Thepersistenceoftheshadowheinvestedwithhisgambler’ssymbolism。Silent，inexorable，nottobeshakenoff，hetookitasthefatewhichwaitedatthelastturnwhenchipswerecashedinandgainsandlossescountedup。FortuneLaPearlebelievedinthoserare，illuminatingmoments，whentheintelligenceflungfromittimeandspace，torisenakedthrougheternityandreadthefactsoflifefromtheopenbookofchance。Thatthiswassuchamomenthehadnodoubt;andwhenheturnedinlandandspedacrossthesnow—
　　coveredtundrahewasnotstartledbecausetheshadowtookuponitgreaterdefinitenessanddrewincloser。Oppressedwithhisownimpotence，hehaltedinthemidstofthewhitewasteandwhirledabout。Hisrighthandslippedfromitsmitten，andarevolver，atlevel，glistenedinthepalelightofthestars。
　　"Don’tshoot。Ihaven’tagun。"
　　Theshadowhadassumedtangibleshape，andatthesoundofitshumanvoiceatrepidationaffectedFortuneLaPearle’sknees，andhisstomachwasstrickenwiththequalmsofsuddenrelief。
　　PerhapsthingsfelloutdifferentlybecauseUriBramhadnogunthatnightwhenhesatonthehardbenchesoftheElDoradoandsawmurderdone。TothatfactalsomightbeattributedthetripontheLongTrailwhichhetooksubsequentlywithamostunlikelycomrade。Butbeitasitmay，herepeatedasecondtime，"Don’tshoot。Can’tyouseeIhaven’tagun？"
　　"Thenwhattheflaminghelldidyoutakeaftermefor？"demandedthegambler，loweringhisrevolver。
　　UriBramshruggedhisshoulders。"Itdon’tmattermuch，anyhow。
　　Iwantyoutocomewithme。"
　　"Where？"
　　"Tomyshack，overontheedgeofthecamp。"
　　ButFortuneLaPearledrovetheheelofhismoccasinintothesnowandattestedbyhisvariousdeitiestothemadnessofUriBram。
　　"Whoareyou，"heperorated，"andwhatamI，thatIshouldputmyneckintotheropeatyourbidding？"
　　"IamUriBram，"theothersaidsimply，"andmyshackisoverthereontheedgeofcamp。Idon’tknowwhoyouare，butyou’vethrustthesoulfromalivingman’sbody，——there’sthebloodredonyoursleeve，——and，likeasecondCain，thehandofallmankindisagainstyou，andthereisnoplaceyoumaylayyourhead。Now，Ihaveashack——"
　　"Fortheloveofyourmother，holdyoursay，man，"interruptedFortuneLaPearle，"orI’llmakeyouasecondAbelforthejoyofit。Sohelpme，Iwill！Withathousandmentolaymebytheheels，lookinghighandlow，whatdoIwantwithyourshack？I
　　wanttogetoutofhere——away！away！away！Cursedswine！I’vehalfamindtogobackandrunamuck，andsettleforafewofthem，thepigs！Onegorgeous，gloriousfight，andendthewholedamnbusiness！It’saskingame，that’swhatlifeis，andI’msickofit！"
　　Hestopped，appalled，crushedbyhisgreatdesolation，andUriBramseizedthemoment。Hewasnotgiventospeech，thisman，andthatwhichfollowedwasthelongestinhislife，saveonelongafterwardinanotherplace。
　　"That’swhyItoldyouaboutmyshack。Icanstowyoutheresothey’llneverfindyou，andI’vegotgrubinplenty。Elsewiseyoucan’tgetaway。Nodogs，nonothing，theseaclosed，St。Michaelthenearestpost，runnerstocarrythenewsbeforeyou，thesameovertheportagetoAnvik——notachanceintheworldforyou！Nowwaitwithmetillitblowsover。They’llforgetallaboutyouinamonthorless，whatofstampedingtoYorkandwhatnot，andyoucanhitthetrailundertheirnosesandtheywon’tbother。I’vegotmyownideasofjustice。WhenIranafteryou，outoftheElDoradoandalongthebeach，itwasn’ttocatchyouorgiveyouup。
　　Myideasaremyown，andthat’snotoneofthem。"
　　Heceasedasthemurdererdrewaprayer—bookfromhispocket。
　　Withtheauroraborealisglimmeringyellowinthenortheast，headsbaredtothefrostandnakedhandsgraspingthesacredbook，FortuneLaPearlesworehimtothewordshehadspoken——anoathwhichUriBramneverintendedbreaking，andneverbroke。
　　Atthedooroftheshackthegamblerhesitatedforaninstant，marvellingatthestrangenessofthismanwhohadbefriendedhim，anddoubting。Butbythecandlelighthefoundthecabincomfortableandwithoutoccupants，andhewasquicklyrollingacigarettewhiletheothermanmadecoffee。Hismusclesrelaxedinthewarmthandhelaybackwithhalf—assumedindolence，intentlystudyingUri’sfacethroughthecurlingwispsofsmoke。Itwasapowerfulface，butitsstrengthwasofthatpeculiarsortwhichstandsgirtinandunrelated。Theseamsweredeep—graven，morelikescars，whilethesternfeatureswereinnowaysoftenedbyhintsofsympathyorhumor。Underprominentbushybrowstheeyesshonecoldandgray。Thecheekbones，highandforbidding，wereunderminedbydeephollows。Thechinandjawdisplayedasteadinessofpurposewhichthenarrowforeheadadvertisedassingle，and，ifneedsbe，pitiless。Everythingwasharsh，thenose，thelips，thevoice，thelinesaboutthemouth。Itwasthefaceofonewhocommunedmuchwithhimself，unusedtoseekingcounselfromtheworld;thefaceofonewhowrestledoftofnightswithangels，androsetofacethedaywithshutlipsthatnomanmightknow。Hewasnarrowbutdeep;andFortune，hisownhumanitybroadandshallow，couldmakenothingofhim。DidUrisingwhenmerryandsighwhensad，hecouldhaveunderstood;butasitwas，thecrypticfeatureswereundecipherable;hecouldnotmeasurethesoultheyconcealed。
　　"Lendahand，MisterMan，"Uriorderedwhenthecupshadbeenemptied。"We’vegottofixupforvisitors。"
　　Fortunepurredhisnamefortheother’sbenefit，andassistedunderstandingly。Thebunkwasbuiltagainstasideandendofthecabin。Itwasarudeaffair，thebottombeingcomposedofdrift—
　　woodlogsoverlaidwithmoss。Atthefoottheroughendsofthesetimbersprojectedinanunevenrow。FromthesidenextthewallUririppedbackthemossandremovedthreeofthelogs。Thejaggedendshesawedoffandreplacedsothattheprojectingrowremainedunbroken。Fortunecarriedinsacksofflourfromthecacheandpiledthemonthefloorbeneaththeaperture。OntheseUrilaidapairoflongsea—bags，andoverallspreadseveralthicknessesofmossandblankets。UponthisFortunecouldlie，withthesleepingfursstretchingoverhimfromonesideofthebunktotheother，andallmencouldlookuponitanddeclareitempty。
　　Intheweekswhichfollowed，severaldomiciliaryvisitswerepaid，notashackortentinNomeescaping，butFortunelayinhiscrannyundisturbed。Infact，littleattentionwasgiventoUriBram’scabin;foritwasthelastplaceunderthesuntoexpecttofindthemurdererofJohnRandolph。Exceptduringsuchinterruptions，Fortunelolledaboutthecabin，playinglonggamesofsolitaireandsmokingendlesscigarettes。Thoughhisvolatilenaturelovedgenialityandplayofwordsandlaughter，hequicklyaccommodatedhimselftoUri’staciturnity。Beyondtheactionsandplansofhispursuers，thestateofthetrails，andthepriceofdogs，theynevertalked;andthesethingswereonlydiscussedatrareintervalsandbriefly。ButFortunefelltoworkingoutasystem，andhourafterhour，anddayafterday，heshuffledanddealt，shuffledanddealt，notedthecombinationsofthecardsinlongcolumns，andshuffledanddealtagain。Towardtheendeventhisabsorptionfailedhim，and，headboweduponthetable，hevisionedthelivelyall—nighthousesofNome，wherethegamekeepersandlookoutsworkedinshiftsandtheclatteringrouletteballneverslept。Atsuchtimeshislonelinessandbankruptcystunnedhimtillhesatforhoursinthesameunblinking，unchangingposition。Atothertimes，hislong—pentbitternessfoundvoiceinpassionateoutbursts;forhehadrubbedtheworldthewrongwayanddidnotlikethefeelofit。
　　"Life’saskin—game，"hewasfondofrepeating，andonthisonenoteherangthechanges。"Ineverhadhalfachance，"hecomplained。"Iwasfakedinmybirthandflim—flammedwithmymother’smilk。Thedicewereloadedwhenshetossedthebox，andIwasborntoprovetheloss。Butthatwasnoreasonsheshouldblamemeforit，andlookonmeasacolddeck;butshedid——ay，shedid。Whydidn’tshegivemeashow？Whydidn’ttheworld？
　　WhydidIgobrokeinSeattle？WhydidItakethesteerage，andlivelikeahogtoNome？WhydidIgototheElDorado？IwasheadingforBigPete’sandonlywentformatches。Whydidn’tI
　　havematches？WhydidIwanttosmoke？Don’tyousee？Allworkedout，everybitofit，allpartsfittingsnug。BeforeIwasborn，likeasnot。I’llputthesackIneverhopetogetonit，beforeIwasborn。That’swhy！That’swhyJohnRandolphpassedthewordandhischecksinatthesametime。Damnhim！Itservedhimwellright！Whydidn’thekeephistonguebetweenhisteethandgivemeachance？HeknewIwasnexttobroke。Whydidn’tI
　　holdmyhand？Oh，why？Why？Why？"
　　AndFortuneLaPearlewouldrolluponthefloor，vainlyinterrogatingtheschemeofthings。AtsuchoutbreaksUrisaidnoword，gavenosign，savethathisgreyeyesseemedtoturndullandmuddy，asthoughfromlackofinterest。Therewasnothingincommonbetweenthesetwomen，andthisfactFortunegraspedsufficientlytowondersometimeswhyUrihadstoodbyhim。
　　Butthetimeofwaitingcametoanend。Evenacommunity’sbloodlustcannotstandbeforeitsgoldlust。ThemurderofJohnRandolphhadalreadypassedintotheannalsofthecamp，andthereitrested。Hadthemurdererappeared，themenofNomewouldcertainlyhavestoppedstampedinglongenoughtoseejusticedone，whereasthewhereaboutsofFortuneLaPearlewasnolongeraninsistentproblem。Therewasgoldinthecreekbedsandrubybeaches，andwhentheseaopened，themenwithhealthysackswouldsailawaytowherethegoodthingsoflifeweresoldabsurdlycheap。
　　So，onenight，FortunehelpedUriBramharnessthedogsandlashthesled，andthetwaintookthewintertrailsouthontheice。
　　Butitwasnotallsouth;fortheylefttheseaeastfromSt。
　　Michael’s，crossedthedivide，andstrucktheYukonatAnvik，manyhundredmilesfromitsmouth。Thenon，intothenortheast，pastKoyokuk，Tanana，andMinook，tilltheyroundedtheGreatCurveatFortYukon，crossedandrecrossedtheArcticCircle，andheadedsouththroughtheFlats。Itwasawearyjourney，andFortunewouldhavewonderedwhythemanwentwithhim，hadnotUritoldhimthatheownedclaimsandhadmenworkingatEagle。Eaglelayontheedgeoftheline;afewmilesfartheron，theBritishflagwavedoverthebarracksatFortCudahy。ThencameDawson，Pelly，theFiveFingers，WindyArm，CaribouCrossing，Linderman，theChilcootandDyea。
　　OnthemorningafterpassingEagle，theyroseearly。Thiswastheirlastcamp，andtheywerenowtopart。Fortune’sheartwaslight。Therewasapromiseofspringintheland，andthedaysweregrowinglonger。ThewaywaspassingintoCanadianterritory。
　　Libertywasathand，thesunwasreturning，andeachdaysawhimnearertotheGreatOutside。Theworldwasbig，andhecouldonceagainpainthisfutureinroyalred。HewhistledaboutthebreakfastandhummedsnatchesoflightsongwhileUriputthedogsinharnessandpackedup。Butwhenallwasready，Fortune’sfeetitchingtobeoff，Uripulledanunusedback—logtothefireandsatdown。
　　"EverhearoftheDeadHorseTrail？"
　　HeglancedupmeditativelyandFortuneshookhishead，inwardlychafingatthedelay。
　　"Sometimestherearemeetingsundercircumstanceswhichmakemenremember，"Uricontinued，speakinginalowvoiceandveryslowly，"andImetamanundersuchcircumstancesontheDeadHorseTrail。
　　FreightinganoutfitovertheWhitePassin’97brokemanyaman’sheart，fortherewasaworldofreasonwhentheygavethattrailitsname。Thehorsesdiedlikemosquitoesinthefirstfrost，andfromSkaguaytoBennetttheyrottedinheaps。TheydiedattheRocks，theywerepoisonedattheSummit，andtheystarvedattheLakes;theyfelloffthetrail，whattherewasofit，ortheywentthroughit;intherivertheydrownedundertheirloads，orweresmashedtopiecesagainsttheboulders;theysnappedtheirlegsinthecrevicesandbroketheirbacksfallingbackwardswiththeirpacks;inthesloughstheysankfromsightorsmotheredintheslime，andtheyweredisembowelledinthebogswherethecorduroylogsturnedendupinthemud;menshotthem，workedthemtodeath，andwhentheyweregone，wentbacktothebeachandboughtmore。Somedidnotbothertoshootthem，——strippingthesaddlesoffandtheshoesandleavingthemwheretheyfell。Theirheartsturnedtostone——thosewhichdidnotbreak——andtheybecamebeasts，themenonDeadHorseTrail。
　　"ItwasthereImetamanwiththeheartofaChristandthepatience。Andhewashonest。Whenherestedatmiddayhetookthepacksfromthehorsessothatthey，too，mightrest。Hepaid$50ahundred—weightfortheirfodder，andmore。Heusedhisownbedtoblankettheirbackswhentheyrubbedraw。Othermenletthesaddleseatholesthesizeofwater—buckets。Othermen，whentheshoesgaveout，letthemweartheirhoofsdowntothebleedingstumps。Hespenthislastdollarforhorseshoenails。Iknowthisbecausewesleptintheonebedandatefromtheonepot，andbecamebloodbrotherswheremenlosttheirgripofthingsanddiedblasphemingGod。Hewasnevertootiredtoeaseastraportightenacinch，andoftenthereweretearsinhiseyeswhenhelookedonallthatwasteofmisery。Atapassageintherocks，wherethebrutesuprearedhindleggedandstretchedtheirforelegsupwardlikecatstoclearthewall，thewaywaspiledwithcarcasseswheretheyhadtoppledback。Andherehestood，inthestenchofhell，withacheerywordandahandontherumpattherighttime，tillthestringpassedby。Andwhenoneboggedheblockedthetrailtillitwasclearagain;nordidthemanlivewhocrowdedhimatsuchtime。
　　"Attheendofthetrailamanwhohadkilledfiftyhorseswantedtobuy，butwelookedathimandatourown，——mountaincayusesfromeasternOregon。Fivethousandheoffered，andwewerebroke，butwerememberedthepoisongrassoftheSummitandthepassageintheRocks，andthemanwhowasmybrotherspokenoword，butdividedthecayusesintotwobunches，——hisintheoneandmineintheother，——andhelookedatmeandweunderstoodeachother。SohedroveminetotheonesideandIdrovehistotheother，andwetookwithusourriflesandshotthemtothelastone，whilethemanwhohadkilledfiftyhorsescursedustillhisthroatcracked。
　　Butthatman，withwhomIweldedblood—brothershipontheDeadHorseTrail——"
　　"Why，thatmanwasJohnRandolph，"Fortune，sneeringthewhile，completedtheclimaxforhim。
　　Urinodded，andsaid，"Iamgladyouunderstand。"
　　"Iamready，"Fortuneanswered，theoldwearybitternessstronginhisfaceagain。"Goahead，buthurry。"
　　UriBramrosetohisfeet。
　　"IhavehadfaithinGodallthedaysofmylife。IbelieveHelovesjustice。IbelieveHeislookingdownuponusnow，choosingbetweenus。IbelieveHewaitstoworkHiswillthroughmyownrightarm。Andsuchismybelief，thatwewilltakeequalchanceandletHimspeakHisownjudgment。"
　　Fortune’sheartleapedatthewords。HedidnotknowmuchconcerningUri’sGod，buthebelievedinChance，andChancehadbeencominghiswayeversincethenightherandownthebeachandacrossthesnow。"Butthereisonlyonegun，"heobjected。
　　"Wewillfireturnabout，"Urireplied，atthesametimethrowingoutthecylinderoftheotherman’sColtandexaminingit。
　　"Andthecardstodecide！Onehandofsevenup！"
　　Fortune’sbloodwaswarmingtothegame，andhedrewthedeckfromhispocketasUrinodded。SurelyChancewouldnotdeserthimnow！
　　Hethoughtofthereturningsunashecutfordeal，andhethrilledwhenhefoundthedealwashis。Heshuffledanddealt，andUricuthimtheJackofSpades。Theylaiddowntheirhands。
　　Uri’swasbareoftrumps，whileheheldace，deuce。Theoutsideseemedveryneartohimastheysteppedoffthefiftypaces。
　　"IfGodwithholdsHishandandyoudropme，thedogsandoutfitareyours。You’llfindabillofsale，alreadymadeout，inmypocket，"Uriexplained，facingthepathofthebullet，straightandbroad—breasted。
　　Fortuneshookavisionofthesunshiningontheoceanfromhiseyesandtookaim。Hewasverycareful。Twiceheloweredasthespringbreezeshookthepines。Butthethirdtimehedroppedononeknee，grippedtherevolversteadilyinbothhands，andfired。
　　Uriwhirledhalfabout，threwuphisarms，swayedwildlyforamoment，andsankintothesnow。ButFortuneknewhehadfiredtoofartooneside，elsethemanwouldnothavewhirled。
　　WhenUri，masteringthefleshandstrugglingtohisfeet，beckonedfortheweapon，Fortunewasmindedtofireagain。Buthethrusttheideafromhim。Chancehadbeenverygoodtohimalready，hefelt，andifhetrickednowhewouldhavetopayforitafterward。
　　No，hewouldplayfair。BesidesUriwashardhitandcouldnotpossiblyholdtheheavyColtlongenoughtodrawabead。
　　"AndwhereisyourGodnow？"hetaunted，ashegavethewoundedmantherevolver。
　　AndUrianswered："Godhasnotyetspoken。PreparethatHemayspeak。"
　　Fortunefacedhim，buttwistedhischestsidewaysinordertopresentlesssurface。Uritotteredaboutdrunkenly，butwaited，too，forthemoment’scalmbetweenthecatspaws。Therevolverwasveryheavy，andhedoubted，likeFortune，becauseofitsweight。
　　Butheheldit，armextended，abovehishead，andthenletitslowlydropforwardanddown。AttheinstantFortune’sleftbreastandthesightflashedintolinewithhiseye，hepulledthetrigger。Fortunedidnotwhirl，butgaySanFranciscodimmedandfaded，andasthesun—brightsnowturnedblackandblacker，hebreathedhislastmaledictionontheChancehehadmisplayed。
　　SIWASH
　　"IfIwasaman——"Herwordswereinthemselvesindecisive，butthewitheringcontemptwhichflashedfromherblackeyeswasnotlostuponthemen—folkinthetent。
　　Tommy，theEnglishsailor，squirmed，butchivalrousoldDickHumphries，CornishfishermananderstwhileAmericansalmoncapitalist，beameduponherbenevolentlyasever。Heborewomentoolargeaportionofhisroughhearttomindthem，ashesaid，whentheywereinthedoldrums，orwhentheirlimitedvisionwouldnotpermitthemtoseeallaroundathing。Sotheysaidnothing，thesetwomenwhohadtakenthehalf—frozenwomanintotheirtentthreedaysback，andwhohadwarmedher，andfedher，andrescuedhergoodsfromtheIndianpackers。Thislatterhadnecessitatedthepaymentofnumerousdollars，tosaynothingofademonstrationinforce——DickHumphriessquintingalongthesightsofaWinchesterwhileTommyapportionedtheirwagesamongthemathisownappraisement。Ithadbeenalittlethinginitself，butitmeantmuchtoawomanplayingadesperatesingle—handintheequallydesperateKlondikerushof’97。Menwereoccupiedwiththeirownpressingneeds，nordidtheyapproveofwomenplaying，single—handed，theoddsofthearcticwinter。"IfIwasaman，I
　　knowwhatIwoulddo。"ThusreiteratedMolly，sheoftheflashingeyes，andthereinspokethecumulativegritoffiveAmerican—borngenerations。
　　Inthesucceedingsilence，TommythrustapanofbiscuitsintotheYukonstoveandpiledonfreshfuel。Areddishfloodpoundedalongunderhissun—tannedskin，andashestooped，theskinofhisneckwasscarlet。Dickpalmedathree—corneredsailneedlethroughasetofbrokenpackstraps，hisgoodnatureinnowisedisturbedbythefemininecataclysmwhichwasthreateningtoburstinthestorm—beatentent。
　　"Andifyouwasaman？"heasked，hisvoicevibrantwithkindness。
　　Thethree—corneredneedlejammedinthedampleather，andhesuspendedworkforthemoment。
　　"I’dbeaman。I’dputthestrapsonmybackandlightout。I
　　wouldn’tlayincamphere，withtheYukonliketofreezemostanyday，andthegoodsnothalfovertheportage。Andyou——youaremen，andyousithere，holdingyourhands，afraidofalittlewindandwet。Itellyoustraight，Yankee—menaremadeofdifferentstuff。They’dbehittingthetrailforDawsoniftheyhadtowadethroughhell—fire。Andyou，you——IwishIwasaman。"
　　"I’mveryglad，mydear，thatyou’renot。"DickHumphriesthrewthebightofthesailtwineoverthepointoftheneedleanddrewitclearwithacoupleofdeftturnsandajerk。
　　Asnortofthegaledealtthetentabroad—handedslapasithurtledpast，andthesleetrat—tat—tattedwithsnappyspiteagainstthethincanvas。Thesmoke，smotheredinitsexit，drovebackthroughthefire—boxdoor，carryingwithitthepungentodorofgreenspruce。
　　"GoodGawd！Whycan’tawomanlistentoreason？"Tommyliftedhisheadfromthedenserdepthsandturneduponherapairofsmoke—outragedeyes。
　　"Andwhycan’tamanshowhismanhood？"
　　Tommysprangtohisfeetwithanoathwhichwouldhaveshockedawomanoflesserheart，rippedloosethesturdyreef—knotsandflungbacktheflapsofthetent。
　　Thetriopeeredout。Itwasnotahearteningspectacle。Afewwater—soakedtentsformedthemiserableforeground，fromwhichthestreaminggroundslopedtoafoaminggorge。Downthisrampedamountaintorrent。Hereandthere，dwarfspruce，rootingandgrovellingintheshallowalluvium，markedtheproximityofthetimberline。Beyond，ontheopposingslope，thevagueoutlinesofaglacierloomeddead—whitethroughthedrivingrain。Evenastheylooked，itsmassivefrontcrumbledintothevalley，onthebreastofsomesubterraneanvomit，anditlifteditshoarsethunderabovethescreechingvoiceofthestorm。Involuntarily，Mollyshrankback。
　　"Look，woman！Lookwithallyoureyes！ThreemilesintheteethofthegaletoCraterLake，acrosstwoglaciers，alongtheslipperyrim—rock，knee—deepinahowlingriver！Look，Isay，youYankeewoman！Look！There’syourYankee—men！"Tommypointedapassionatehandinthedirectionofthestrugglingtents。
　　"Yankees，thelastmother’ssonofthem。Aretheyontrail？Isthereoneofthemwiththestrapstohisback？Andyouwouldteachusmenourwork？Look，Isay！"
　　Anothertremendoussectionoftheglacierrumbledearthward。Thewindwhippedinattheopendoorway，bulgingoutthesidesofthetenttillitswayedlikeahugebladderatitsguyropes。Thesmokeswirledaboutthem，andthesleetdrovesharplyintotheirflesh。Tommypulledtheflapstogetherhastily，andreturnedtohistearfultaskatthefire—box。DickHumphriesthrewthemendedpackstrapsintoacornerandlightedhispipe。EvenMollywasforthemomentpersuaded。
　　"There’smyclothes，"shehalf—whimpered，thefeminineforthemomentprevailing。"They’rerightatthetopofthecache，andthey’llberuined！Itellyou，ruined！"
　　"There，there，"Dickinterposed，whenthelastquaveringsyllablehadwaileditselfout。"Don’tletthatworryyou，littlewoman。
　　I’moldenoughtobeyourfather’sbrother，andI’veadaughterolderthanyou，andI’lltogyououtinfripperieswhenwegettoDawsonifittakesmylastdollar。"
　　"WhenwegettoDawson！"Thescornhadcomebacktoherthroatwithasuddensurge。"You’llrotontheway，first。You’lldrowninamudhole。You——you——Britishers！"
　　Thelastword，explosive，intensive，hadstrainedthelimitsofhervituperation。Ifthatwouldnotstirthesemen，whatcould？
　　Tommy’sneckranredagain，buthekepthistonguebetweenhisteeth。Dick’seyesmellowed。HehadtheadvantageoverTommy，forhehadoncehadawhitewomanforawife。
　　ThebloodoffiveAmerican—borngenerationsis，undercertaincircumstances，anuncomfortableheritage;andamongthesecircumstancesmightbeenumeratedthatofbeingquarteredwithnextofkin。ThesemenwereBritons。Onseaandlandherancestryandthegenerationsthereofhadthrashedthemandtheirs。
　　Onseaandlandtheywouldcontinuetodoso。Thetraditionsofherraceclamoredforvindication。Shewasbutawomanofthepresent，butinherbubbledthewholemightypast。ItwasnotaloneMollyTraviswhopulledongumboots，mackintosh，andstraps;forthephantomhandsoftenthousandforbearsdrewtightthebuckles，justsoastheysquaredherjawandsethereyeswithdetermination。She，MollyTravis，intendedtoshametheseBritishers;they，theinnumerableshades，wereassertingthedominanceofthecommonrace。
　　Themen—folkdidnotinterfere。OnceDicksuggestedthatshetakehisoilskins，ashermackintoshwasworthnomorethanpaperinsuchastorm。Butshesniffedherindependencesosharplythathecommunedwithhispipetillshetiedtheflapsontheoutsideandslushedawayonthefloodedtrail。
　　"Thinkshe’llmakeit？"Dick’sfacebeliedtheindifferenceofhisvoice。
　　"Makeit？Ifshestandsthepressuretillshegetstothecache，whatofthecoldandmisery，she’llbestark，ravingmad。Standit？She’llbedumb—crazed。Youknowityourself，Dick。You’vewind—jammedroundtheHorn。Youknowwhatitistolayoutonatopsailyardinthethickofit，buckingsleetandsnowandfrozencanvastillyou’rereadytojustletgoandcrylikeababy。
　　Clothes？Shewon’tbeabletotellabundleofskirtsfromagoldpanoratea—kettle。"
　　"Kindofthinkwewerewronginlettinghergo，then？"
　　"Notabitofit。Sohelpme，Dick，she’d’a’madethistentahellfortherestofthetripifwehadn’t。Troublewithhershe’sgottoomuchspirit。This’lltoneitdownabit。"
　　"Yes，"Dickadmitted，"she’stooambitious。ButthenMolly’sallright。Acussedlittlefooltotackleatriplikethis，butapluckysightbetterthanthosepick—me—up—and—carry—mekindofwomen。She’sthestockthatcarriedyouandme，Tommy，andyou’vegottomakeallowanceforthespirit。Takesawomantobreedaman。Youcan’tsuckmanhoodfromthedugsofacreaturewhoseonlyclaimtowomanhoodisherpetticoats。Takesashe—cat，notacow，tomotheratiger。"
　　"Andwhenthey’reunreasonablewe’vegottoputupwithit，eh？"
　　"Theproposition。Asharpsheath—knifecutsdeeperonaslipthanadullone;butthat’snoreasonfortohacktheedgeoffoveracapstanbar。"
　　"Allright，ifyousayso，butwhenitcomestowoman，IguessI’lltakeminewithalittlelessedge。"
　　"Whatdoyouknowaboutit？"Dickdemanded。
　　"Some。"TommyreachedoverforapairofMolly’swetstockingsandstretchedthemacrosshiskneestodry。
　　Dick，eyinghimquerulously，wentfishinginherhandsatchel，thenhitcheduptothefrontofthestovewithdiversarticlesofdampclothingspreadlikewisetotheheat。
　　"Thoughtyousaidyouneverweremarried？"heasked。
　　"DidI？NomorewasI——thatis——yes，byGawd！Iwas。Andasgoodawomanasevercookedgrubforaman。"
　　"Slippedhermoorings？"Dicksymbolizedinfinitywithawaveofhishand。
　　"Ay。"
　　"Childbirth，"headded，afteramoment’spause。
　　Thebeansbubbledrowdilyonthefrontlid，andhepushedthepotbacktoacoolersurface。Afterthatheinvestigatedthebiscuits，testedthemwithasplinterofwood，andplacedthemasideundercoverofadampcloth。Dick，afterthemannerofhiskind，stifledhisinterestandwaitedsilently。"AdifferentwomantoMolly。Siwash。"
　　Dicknoddedhisunderstanding。
　　"Notsoproudandwilful，butstickbyafellowthroughthickandthin。SlingapaddlewiththenextandstarveascontentedlyasJob。Gofor’ardwhenthesloop’snosewasmoreoftenunderthannot，andtakeinsaillikeaman。Wentprospectingonce，upTeslinway，pastSurpriseLakeandtheLittleYellow—Head。Grubgaveout，andweatethedogs。Dogsgaveout，andweateharnesses，moccasins，andfurs。Neverawhimper;neverapick—me—
　　up—and—carry—me。Beforewewentshesaidlookoutforgrub，butwhenithappened，neveraI—told—you—so。’Nevermind，Tommy，’
　　she’dsay，dayafterday，thatweakshecouldbareliftasnow—
　　shoeandherfeetrawwiththework。’Nevermind。I’dsoonerbeflat—belliedofhungerandbeyourwoman，Tommy，thanhaveapotlacheverydayandbeChiefGeorge’sklooch。’GeorgewaschiefoftheChilcoots，youknow，andwantedherbad。
　　"Greatdays，those。WasalikelychapmyselfwhenIstruckthecoast。Jumpedawhaler，thePoleStar，atUnalaska，andworkedmywaydowntoSitkaonanotterhunter。PickedupwithHappyJackthere——knowhim？"
　　"Hadchargeofmytrapsforme，"Dickanswered，"downontheColumbia。Prettywild，wasn’the，withawarmplaceinhisheartforwhiskeyandwomen？"
　　"Theverychap。Wenttradingwithhimforacoupleofseasons——
　　hooch，andblankets，andsuchstuff。Thengotasloopofmyown，andnottocuthimout，camedownJuneauway。That’swhereImetKillisnoo;IcalledherTillyforshort。Metheratasquawdancedownonthebeach。ChiefGeorgehadfinishedtheyear’stradewiththeSticksoverthePasses，andwasdownfromDyeawithhalfhistribe。NoendofSiwashesatthedance，andItheonlywhite。
　　Nooneknewme，barringafewofthebucksI’dmetoverSitkaway，butI’dgotmostoftheirhistoriesfromHappyJack。
　　"EverybodytalkingChinook，notguessingthatIcouldspititbetterthanmost;andprincipallytwogirlswho’drunawayfromHaine’sMissionuptheLynnCanal。Theyweretrimcreatures，goodtotheeye，andIkindofthoughtofcastingthatway;buttheywerefreshasfresh—caughtcod。Toomuchedge，yousee。Beinganew—comer，theystartedtotwistme，notknowingIgatheredineverywordofChinooktheyuttered。
　　"Ineverleton，butsettodancingwithTilly，andthemorewedancedthemoreourheartswarmedtoeachother。’Lookingforawoman，’oneofthegirlssays，andtheothertossesherheadandanswers，’Smallchancehe’llgetonewhenthewomenarelookingformen。’Andthebucksandsquawsstandingaroundbegantogrinandgiggleandrepeatwhathadbeensaid。’Quiteaprettyboy，’
　　saysthefirstone。I’llnotdenyIwasrathersmooth—facedandyoungish，butI’dbeenamanamongstmenmany’stheday，anditrankledme。’DancingwithChiefGeorge’sgirl，’pipesthesecond。
　　’FirstthingGeorge’llgivehimtheflatofapaddleandsendhimabouthisbusiness。’ChiefGeorgehadbeenlookingprettyblackuptonow，butatthishelaughedandslappedhisknees。Hewasahuskybeggarandwouldhaveusedthepaddletoo。
　　"’Who’sthegirls？’IaskedTilly，aswewentrippingdownthecentreinareel。AndassoonasshetoldmetheirnamesI
　　rememberedallaboutthemfromHappyJack。Hadtheirpedigreedownfine——severalthingshe’dtoldmethatnoteventheirowntribeknew。ButIheldmyhush，andwentoncourtingTilly，theya—castingsharpremarksandeverybodyroaring。’Bideawee，Tommy，’Isaystomyself;’bideawee。’
　　"AndbideIdid，tillthedancewasripetobreakup，andChiefGeorgehadbroughtapaddleallreadyforme。Everybodywasonthelookoutformischiefwhenwestopped;butImarched，easyasyouplease，slapintothethickofthem。TheMissiongirlscutmeupsomethingclever，andforallIwasangryIhadtosetmyteethtokeepfromlaughing。Iturneduponthemsuddenly。
　　"’Areyoudone？’Iasked。
　　"YoushouldhaveseenthemwhentheyheardmespittingChinook。
　　ThenIbrokeloose。Itoldthemallaboutthemselves，andtheirpeoplebeforethem;theirfathers，mothers，sisters，brothers——
　　everybody，everything。Eachmeantrickthey’dplayed;everyscrapethey’dgotinto;everyshamethat’dfallenthem。AndI
　　burnedthemwithoutfearorfavor。Allhandscrowdedround。
　　NeverhadtheyheardawhitemanslingtheirlingoasIdid。
　　EverybodywaslaughingsavetheMissiongirls。EvenChiefGeorgeforgotthepaddle，oratleasthewasswallowingtoomuchrespecttodaretouseit。
　　"Butthegirls。’Oh，don’t，Tommy，’theycried，thetearsrunningdowntheircheeks。’Pleasedon’t。We’llbegood。Sure，Tommy，sure。’ButIknewthemwell，andIscorchedthemoneverytenderspot。NordidIslackawaytilltheycamedownontheirknees，beggingandpleadingwithmetokeepquiet。ThenIshotaglanceatChiefGeorge;buthedidnotknowwhethertohaveatmeornot，andpasseditoffbylaughinghollowly。
　　"Sobe。WhenIpassedthepartingwithTillythatnightIgaveherthewordthatIwasgoingtobearoundforaweekorso，andthatIwantedtoseemoreofher。Notthick—skinned，herkind，whenitcametoshowinglikeanddislike，andshelookedherpleasureforthehonestgirlshewas。Ay，astrikinglass，andI
　　didn’twonderthatChiefGeorgewastakenwithher。
　　"Everythingmyway。Tookthewindfromhissailsonthefirstleg。IwasforgettingheraboardandsailingdownWrangelwaytillitblewover，leavinghimtowhistle;butIwasn’ttogetherthateasy。Seemsshewaslivingwithanuncleofhers——guardian，thewaysuchthingsgo——andseemshewasnightoshufflingoffwithconsumptionorsomesortoflungtrouble。Hewasgoodandbadbyturns，andshewouldn’tleavehimtillitwasoverwith。
　　WentuptothetepeejustbeforeIleft，tospeculateonhowlongit’dbe;buttheoldbeggarhadpromisedhertoChiefGeorge，andwhenheclappedeyesonmehisangerbroughtonahemorrhage。
　　"’Comeandtakeme，Tommy，’shesayswhenwebidgood—byonthebeach。’Ay，’Ianswers;’whenyougivetheword。’AndIkissedher，white—man—fashionandlover—fashion，tillshewasallofatremblelikeaquakingaspen，andIwassobesidemyselfI’dhalfamindtogoupandgivetheunclealiftoverthedivide。
　　"SoIwentdownWrangelway，pastSt。Mary’sandeventotheQueenCharlottes，trading，runningwhiskey，turningtheslooptomostanything。Winterwason，stiffandcrisp，andIwasbacktoJuneau，whenthewordcame。’Come，’thebeggarsayswhobroughtthenews。’Killisnoosay，"Comenow。"’’What’stherow？’Iasks。
　　’ChiefGeorge，’sayshe。’Potlach。Killisnoo，makumklooch。’
　　"Ay，itwasbitter——theTakuhowlingdownoutofthenorth，thesaltwaterfreezingquickasitstruckthedeck，andtheoldsloopandIhammeringintotheteethofitforahundredmilestoDyea。
　　HadaDouglassIslanderforcrewwhenIstarted，butmidwayuphewaswashedoverfromthebows。Jibedalloverandcrossedthecoursethreetimes，butneverasignofhim。"
　　"Doubledupwiththecoldmostlikely，"Dicksuggested，puttingapauseintothenarrativewhilehehungoneofMolly’sskirtsuptodry，"andwentdownlikeapotoflead。"
　　"Myidea。SoIfinishedthecoursealone，half—deadwhenImadeDyeainthedarkoftheevening。Thetidefavored，andIranthesloopplumptothebank，intheshelteroftheriver。Couldn’tgoaninchfurther，forthefreshwaterwasfrozensolid。HalyardsandblockswerethaticedupIdidn’tdarelowermainsailorjib。
　　FirstIbroachedapintofthecargoraw，andthen，leavingallstanding，readyforthestart，andwithablanketaroundme，headedacrosstheflattothecamp。Nomistaking，itwasagrandlayout。TheChilcatshadcomeinabody——dogs，babies，andcanoes——tosaynothingoftheDog—Ears，theLittleSalmons，andtheMissions。FullhalfathousandofthemtocelebrateTilly’swedding，andneverawhitemaninascoreofmiles。
　　"Nobodytooknoteofme，theblanketovermyheadandhidingmyface，andIwadedkneedeepthroughthedogsandyoungsterstillI
　　waswelluptothefront。Theshowwasbeingpulledoffinabigopenplaceamongthetrees，withgreatfiresburningandthesnowmoccasin—packedashardasPortlandcement。NextmewasTilly，beadedandscarlet—clothedgalore，andagainstherChiefGeorgeandhisheadmen。Theshamanwasbeinghelpedoutbythebigmedicinesfromtheothertribes，anditshiveredmyspineupanddown，thedeviltriestheycut。IcaughtmyselfwonderingifthefolksinLiverpoolcouldonlyseemenow;andIthoughtofyellow—
　　hairedGussie，whosebrotherIlickedaftermyfirstvoyage，justbecausehewasnotforhavingasailor—mancourtinghissister。
　　AndwithGussieinmyeyesIlookedatTilly。Arumoldworld，thinksI，withmana—steppingintrailsthemotherlittledreamedofwhenhelayatsuck。
　　"Sobe。Whenthenoisewasloudest，walrushidesboomingandpriestsa—singing，Isays，’Areyouready？’Gawd！Notastart，notashotoftheeyesmyway，notthetwitchofamuscle。’I
　　knew，’sheanswers，slowandsteadyasacalmspringtide。
　　’Where？’’Thehighbankattheedgeoftheice，’Iwhispersback。
　　’JumpoutwhenIgivetheword。’
　　"DidIsaytherewasnoendofhuskies？Well，therewasnoend。
　　Here，there，everywhere，theywerescatteredabout，——tamewolvesandnothingless。Whenthestrainrunsthintheybreedtheminthebushwiththewild，andthey’rebitterfighters。Rightatthetoeofmymoccasinlayabigbrute，andbytheheelanother。I
　　doubledthefirstone’stail，quick，tillitsnappedinmygrip。
　　Ashisjawsclippedtogetherwheremyhandshouldhavebeen，I
　　threwthesecondonebythescruffstraightintohismouth。’Go！’
　　IcriedtoTilly。
　　"Youknowhowtheyfight。Inthewinkofaneyetherewasaraginghundredofthem，topandbottom，rippingandtearingeachother，kidsandsquawstumblingwhichway，andthecampgonewild。
　　Tilly’dslippedaway，soIfollowed。ButwhenIlookedovermyshoulderattheskirtofthecrowd，thedevillaidmebytheheart，andIdroppedtheblanketandwentback。
　　"Bythenthedogs’dbeenknockedapartandthecrowdwasuntanglingitself。Nobodywasinproperplace，sotheydidn’tnotethatTilly’dgone。’Hello，’Isays，grippingChiefGeorgebythehand。’Mayyourpotlach—smokeriseoften，andtheSticksbringmanyfurswiththespring。’
　　"Lordloveme，Dick，buthewasjoyedtoseeme，——himwiththeupperhandandweddingTilly。Chancetopuffbigoverme。ThetalethatIwashotafterherhadspreadthroughthecamps，andmypresencedidhimproud。Allhandsknewme，withoutmyblanket，andsettogrinningandgiggling。Itwasrich，butImadeitricherbyplayingunbeknowing。
　　"’What’stherow？’Iasks。’Who’sgettingmarriednow？’
　　"’ChiefGeorge，’theshamansays，duckinghisreverencetohim。
　　"’Thoughthehadtwoklooches。’
　　"’Himtakummore，——three，’withanotherduck。
　　"’Oh！’AndIturnedawayasthoughitdidn’tinterestme。
　　"Butthiswouldn’tdo，andeverybodybeginssingingout，’Killisnoo！Killisnoo！’
　　"’Killisnoowhat？’Iasked。
　　"’Killisnoo，klooch，ChiefGeorge，’theyblathered。’Killisnoo，klooch。’
　　"IjumpedandlookedatChiefGeorge。Henoddedhisheadandthrewouthischest。
　　"She’llbenokloochofyours，’Isayssolemnly。’Nokloochofyours，’Irepeats，whilehisfacewentblackandhishandbegandroppingtohishunting—knife。
　　"’Look！’Icries，strikinganattitude。’BigMedicine。Youwatchmysmoke。’
　　"Ipulledoffmymittens，rolledbackmysleeves，andmadehalf—a—
　　dozenpassesintheair。
　　"’Killisnoo！’Ishouts。’Killisnoo！Killisnoo！’
　　"Iwasmakingmedicine，andtheybegantoscare。Everyeyewasonme;notimetofindoutthatTillywasn’tthere。ThenIcalledKillisnoothreetimesagain，andwaited;andthreetimesmore。
　　Allformysteryandtomakethemnervous。ChiefGeorgecouldn’tguesswhatIwasupto，andwantedtoputastoptothefoolery;
　　buttheshamanssaidtowait，andthatthey’dseemeandgomeonebetter，orwordstothateffect。Besides，hewasasuperstitiouscuss，andIfancyabitafraidofthewhiteman’smagic。
　　"ThenIcalledKillisnoo，longandsoftlikethehowlofawolf，tillthewomenwerealla—trembleandthebuckslookingserious。
　　"’Look！’Isprangfor’ard，pointingmyfingerintoabunchofsquaws——easiertodeceivewomenthanmen，youknow。’Look！’AndIraiseditaloftasthoughfollowingtheflightofabird。Up，up，straightoverhead，makingtofollowitwithmyeyestillitdisappearedinthesky。
　　"’Killisnoo，’Isaid，lookingatChiefGeorgeandpointingupwardagain。’Killisnoo。’
　　"Sohelpme，Dick，thegammonworked。Halfofthem，atleast，sawTillydisappearintheair。They’ddrunkmywhiskeyatJuneauandseenstrangersights，I’llwarrant。WhyshouldInotdothisthing，I，whosoldbadspiritscorkedinbottles？Someofthewomenshrieked。Everybodyfelltowhisperinginbunches。I
　　foldedmyarmsandheldmyheadhigh，andtheydrewfurtherawayfromme。Thetimewasripetogo。’Grabhim，’ChiefGeorgecries。Threeorfourofthemcameatme，butIwhirled，quick，madeacoupleofpassesliketosendthemafterTilly，andpointedup。Touchme？Notforthekingdomsoftheearth。ChiefGeorgeharanguedthem，buthecouldn’tgetthemtoliftaleg。Thenhemadetotakemehimself;butIrepeatedthemummeryandhisgritwentoutthroughhisfingers。
　　"’LetyourshamansworkwondersthelikeofwhichIhavedonethisnight，’Isays。’LetthemcallKillisnoodownoutoftheskywhitherIhavesenther。’Butthepriestsknewtheirlimits。
　　’Mayyourkloochesbearyousonsasthespawnofthesalmon，’I
　　says，turningtogo;’andmayyourtotempolestandlongintheland，andthesmokeofyourcamprisealways。’
　　"ButifthebeggarscouldhaveseenmehittingthehighplacesforthesloopassoonasIwasclearofthem，they’dthoughtmyownmedicinehadgotafterme。Tilly’dkeptwarmbychoppingtheiceaway，andwasallreadytocastoff。Gawd！howweranbeforeit，theTakuhowlingafterusandthefreezingseassweepingoverateveryclip。Witheverythingbatteneddown，mea—steeringandTillychoppingice，weheldonhalfthenight，tillIplumpedthesloopashoreonPorcupineIsland，andweshivereditoutonthebeach;blanketswet，andTillydryingthematchesonherbreast。
　　"SoIthinkIknowsomethingaboutit。Sevenyears，Dick，manandwife，inroughsailingandsmooth。Andthenshedied，intheheartofthewinter，diedinchildbirth，upthereontheChilcatStation。Sheheldmyhandtothelast，theicecreepingupinsidethedoorandspreadingthickonthegutofthewindow。Outside，thelonehowlofthewolfandtheSilence;inside，deathandtheSilence。You’veneverheardtheSilenceyet，Dick，andGawdgrantyoudon’teverhavetohearitwhenyousitbythesideofdeath。
　　Hearit？Ay，tillthebreathwhistleslikeasiren，andtheheartbooms，booms，booms，likethesurfontheshore。
　　"Siwash，Dick，butawoman。White，Dick，white，clearthrough。
　　Towardsthelastshesays，’Keepmyfeatherbed，Tommy，keepitalways。’AndIagreed。Thensheopenedhereyes，fullwiththepain。’I’vebeenagoodwomantoyou，Tommy，andbecauseofthatIwantyoutopromise——topromise’——thewordsseemedtostickinherthroat——’thatwhenyoumarry，thewomanbewhite。NomoreSiwash，Tommy。Iknow。PlentywhitewomendowntoJuneaunow。I
　　know。Yourpeoplecallyou"squaw—man，"yourwomenturntheirheadstotheonesideonthestreet，andyoudonotgototheircabinslikeothermen。Why？YourwifeSiwash。Isitnotso？
　　Andthisisnotgood。WhereforeIdie。Promiseme。Kissmeintokenofyourpromise。’
　　"Ikissedher，andshedozedoff，whispering，’Itisgood。’Attheend，thatneargonemyearwasatherlips，sherousedforthelasttime。’Remember，Tommy;remembermyfeatherbed。’Thenshedied，inchildbirth，upthereontheChilcatStation。"
　　Thetentheeledoverandhalfflattenedbeforethegale。Dickrefilledhispipe，whileTommydrewtheteaandsetitasideagainstMolly’sreturn。
　　AndsheoftheflashingeyesandYankeeblood？Blinded，falling，crawlingonhandandknee，thewindthrustbackinherthroatbythewind，shewasheadingforthetent。Onhershouldersabulkypackcaughtthefullfuryofthestorm。Shepluckedfeeblyattheknottedflaps，butitwasTommyandDickwhocastthemloose。
　　Thenshesethersoulforthelasteffort，staggeredin，andfellexhaustedonthefloor。
　　Tommyunbuckledthestrapsandtookthepackfromher。Asheliftedittherewasaclangingofpotsandpans。Dick，pouringoutamugofwhiskey，pausedlongenoughtopassthewinkacrossherbody。Tommywinkedback。Hislipspursedthemonosyllable，"clothes，"butDickshookhisheadreprovingly。"Here，littlewoman，"hesaid，aftershehaddrunkthewhiskeyandstraightenedupabit。
　　"Here’ssomedrytogs。Climbintothem。We’regoingouttoextra—pegthetent。Afterthat，giveusthecall，andwe’llcomeinandhavedinner。Singoutwhenyou’reready。"
　　"Sohelpme，Dick，that’sknockedtheedgeoffherfortherestofthistrip，"Tommysplutteredastheycrouchedtotheleeofthetent。
　　"Butit’stheedgeishersavinggrace。"Dickreplied，duckinghisheadtoavolleyofsleetthatdrovearoundacornerofthecanvas。"TheedgethatyouandI’vegot，Tommy，andtheedgeofourmothersbeforeus。"
　　THEMANWITHTHEGASH
　　JacobKenthadsufferedfromcupidityallthedaysofhislife。
　　This，inturn，hadengenderedachronicdistrustfulness，andhismindandcharacterhadbecomesowarpedthathewasaverydisagreeablemantodealwith。Hewasalsoavictimtosomnambulicpropensities，andverysetinhisideas。Hehadbeenaweaverofclothfromthecradle，untilthefeverofKlondikehadenteredhisbloodandtornhimawayfromhisloom。HiscabinstoodmidwaybetweenSixtyMilePostandtheStuartRiver;andmenwhomadeitacustomtotravelthetrailtoDawson，likenedhimtoarobberbaron，perchedinhisfortressandexactingtollfromthecaravansthatusedhisill—keptroads。Sinceacertainamountofhistorywasrequiredintheconstructionofthisfigure，thelessculturedwayfarersfromStuartRiverwerepronetodescribehimafterastillmoreprimordialfashion，inwhichacommandofstrongadjectiveswastobechieflynoted。
　　Thiscabinwasnothis，bytheway，havingbeenbuiltseveralyearspreviouslybyacoupleofminerswhohadgotoutaraftoflogsatthatpointforagrub—stake。Theyhadbeenmosthospitablelads，and，aftertheyabandonedit，travelerswhoknewtheroutemadeitanobjecttoarrivethereatnightfall。Itwasveryhandy，savingthemallthetimeandtoilofpitchingcamp;
　　anditwasanunwrittenrulethatthelastmanleftaneatpileoffirewoodforthenextcomer。Rarelyanightpassedbutfromhalfadozentoascoreofmencrowdedintoitsshelter。JacobKentnotedthesethings，exercisedsquattersovereignty，andmovedin。
　　Thenceforth，thewearytravelersweremulctedadollarperheadfortheprivilegeofsleepingonthefloor，JacobKentweighingthedustandneverfailingtostealthedown—weight。Besides，hesocontrivedthathistransientguestschoppedhiswoodforhimandcarriedhiswater。Thiswasrankpiracy，buthisvictimswereaneasy—goingbreed，andwhiletheydetestedhim，theyyetpermittedhimtoflourishinhissins。
　　OneafternooninAprilhesatbyhisdoor，——foralltheworldlikeapredatoryspider，——marvellingattheheatofthereturningsun，andkeepinganeyeonthetrailforprospectiveflies。TheYukonlayathisfeet，aseaofice，disappearingaroundtwogreatbendstothenorthandsouth，andstretchinganhonesttwomilesfrombanktobank。Overitsroughbreastranthesled—trail，aslendersunkenline，eighteenincheswideandtwothousandmilesinlength，withmorecursesdistributedtothelinearfootthananyotherroadinoroutofallChristendom。
　　JacobKentwasfeelingparticularlygoodthatafternoon。Therecordhadbeenbrokenthepreviousnight，andhehadsoldhishospitalitytonolessthantwenty—eightvisitors。True，ithadbeenquiteuncomfortable，andfourhadsnoredbeneathhisbunkallnight;butthenithadaddedappreciableweighttothesackinwhichhekepthisgolddust。Thatsack，withitsglitteringyellowtreasure，wasatoncethechiefdelightandthechiefbaneofhisexistence。Heavenandhelllaywithinitsslendermouth。
　　Inthenatureofthings，therebeingnoprivacytohisone—roomeddwelling，hewastorturedbyaconstantfearoftheft。Itwouldbeveryeasyforthesebearded，desperate—lookingstrangerstomakeawaywithit。Oftenhedreamedthatsuchwasthecase，andawokeinthegripofnightmare。Aselectnumberoftheserobbershauntedhimthroughhisdreams，andhecametoknowthemquitewell，especiallythebronzedleaderwiththegashonhisrightcheek。Thisfellowwasthemostpersistentofthelot，and，becauseofhim，hehad，inhiswakingmoments，constructedseveralscoreofhiding—placesinandaboutthecabin。Afteraconcealmenthewouldbreathefreelyagain，perhapsforseveralnights，onlytocollartheManwiththeGashintheveryactofunearthingthesack。Then，onawakeninginthemidstoftheusualstruggle，hewouldatoncegetupandtransferthebagtoanewandmoreingeniouscrypt。Itwasnotthathewasthedirectvictimofthesephantasms;buthebelievedinomensandthought—
　　transference，andhedeemedthesedream—robberstobetheastralprojectionofrealpersonageswhohappenedatthoseparticularmoments，nomatterwheretheywereintheflesh，tobeharboringdesigns，inthespirit，uponhiswealth。Sohecontinuedtobleedtheunfortunateswhocrossedhisthreshold，andatthesametimetoaddtohistroublewitheveryouncethatwentintothesack。
　　Ashesatsunninghimself，athoughtcametoJacobKentthatbroughthimtohisfeetwithajerk。Thepleasuresoflifehadculminatedinthecontinualweighingandreweighingofhisdust;
　　butashadowhadbeenthrownuponthispleasantavocation，whichhehadhithertofailedtobrushaside。Hisgold—scaleswerequitesmall;infact，theirmaximumwasapoundandahalf，——eighteenounces，——whilehishoardmounteduptosomethinglikethreeandathirdtimesthat。Hehadneverbeenabletoweighitallatoneoperation，andhenceconsideredhimselftohavebeenshutoutfromanewandmostedifyingcoignofcontemplation。Beingdeniedthis，halfthepleasureofpossessionhadbeenlost;nay，hefeltthatthismiserableobstacleactuallyminimizedthefact，asitdidthestrength，ofpossession。Itwasthesolutionofthisproblemflashingacrosshismindthathadjustbroughthimtohisfeet。Hesearchedthetrailcarefullyineitherdirection。Therewasnothinginsight，sohewentinside。
　　Inafewsecondshehadthetableclearedawayandthescalessetup。Ononesideheplacedthestampeddiskstotheequivalentoffifteenounces，andbalanceditwithdustontheother。Replacingtheweightswithdust，hethenhadthirtyouncespreciselybalanced。These，inturn，heplacedtogetherononesideandagainbalancedwithmoredust。Bythistimethegoldwasexhausted，andhewassweatingliberally。Hetrembledwithecstasy，ravishedbeyondmeasure。Neverthelesshedustedthesackthoroughly，tothelastleastgrain，tillthebalancewasovercomeandonesideofthescalessanktothetable。Equilibrium，however，wasrestoredbytheadditionofapennyweightandfivegrainstotheoppositeside。Hestood，headthrownback，transfixed。Thesackwasempty，butthepotentialityofthescaleshadbecomeimmeasurable。Uponthemhecouldweighanyamount，fromthetiniestgraintopoundsuponpounds。Mammonlaidhotfingersonhisheart。Thesunswungonitswesteringwaytillitflashedthroughtheopendoorway，fullupontheyellow—burdenedscales。Thepreciousheaps，likethegoldenbreastsofabronzeCleopatra，flungbackthelightinamellowglow。Timeandspacewerenot。
　　"Gawdblimeme！butyou’ayethemakin’ofseveralquidthere，’aven’tyou？"
　　JacobKentwheeledabout，atthesametimereachingforhisdouble—barrelledshot—gun，whichstoodhandy。Butwhenhiseyeslitontheintruder’sface，hestaggeredbackdizzily。ITWASTHE
　　FACEOFTHEMANWITHTHEGASH！
　　Themanlookedathimcuriously。
　　"Oh，that’sallright，"hesaid，wavinghishanddeprecatingly。
　　"Youneedn’tthinkasI’ll’armyouoryourblasteddust。
　　"You’rearum’un，youare，"headdedreflectively，ashewatchedthesweatpouringfromoffKent’sfaceandthequaveringofhisknees。
　　"W’ydon’tyoupipeupan’saysomethin’？"hewenton，astheotherstruggledforbreath。"Wot’sgonewrongo’yourgaff？
　　Anythinkthematter？"
　　"W——w——where’dyougetit？"Kentatlastmanagedtoarticulate，raisingashakingforefingertotheghastlyscarwhichseamedtheother’scheek。
　　"Shipmatestovemedownwithamarlin—spikefromthemain—royal。
　　An’nowasyou’ayeyourfigger’eadintrim，wotIwanttoknowis，wot’sittoyou？That’swotIwanttoknow——wot’sittoyou？
　　Gawdblimeme！doit’urtyou？Ain’titsmugenoughforthelikeso’you？That’swotIwanttoknow！"
　　"No，no，"Kentanswered，sinkinguponastoolwithasicklygrin。
　　"Iwasjustwondering。"
　　"Didyoueverseethelike？"theotherwentontruculently。