The Winds of Chance Part 39
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"That boat was about worn out with our bickerings," Tom declared.
"She ain't over half the length she was--all the rest is sawdust.
If the nail-holes in her was laid end to end they'd reach to Forty Mile. We were the last outfit in, as it was, and we'd of missed a landing if a feller hadn't run out on the sh.o.r.e ice and roped us.
First town I ever entered on the end of a lariat. Hope I don't leave it the same way."
"Guess who drug us in," Jerry urged.
"I've no idea," said Pierce.
"Big Lars Anderson."
"Big Lars of El Dorado?"
"He's the party. He was just drunk enough to risk breakin'
through. When he found who we was--well, he gave us the town; he made us a present of Dawson and all points north, together with the lands, premises, privileges, and hereditaments appurtenant thereto. I still got a kind of a hangover headache and have to take soda after my meals."
"Lars was a sheepman when we knew him," Tom explained. "Jerry and I purloined him from some prominent cow-gentlemen who had him all decorated up ready to hang, and he hasn't forgotten it. He got everybody full the night we landed, and wound up by buying all the fresh eggs in camp. Forty dozen. We had 'em fried. He's a prince with his money."
"He owns more property than anybody," said pierce.
"Right! And he gave us a 'lay.'"
Phillips' eyes opened. "A lay? On El Dorado?" he queried, in frank amazement.
"No. Hunker. He says it's a good creek. We're lookin' for a pardner."
"What kind of a partner?"
It was Linton who answered. "Well, some nice, easy-going, hard- working young feller. Jerry and I are pretty old to wind a windla.s.s, but we can work underground where it's warm."
"'Easy-goin',' that's the word," Jerry nodded. "Tom and me get along with each other like an order of buckwheat cakes, but we're set in our ways and we don't want anybody to come between us."
"How would I do?" Pierce inquired, with a smile.
Tom answered promptly. "If your name was put to a vote I know one of us that wouldn't blackball you."
"Sure!" cried his partner. "The ballot-box would look like a settin' of pigeon eggs. Think it over and let us know. We're leavin' to-morrow."
A lease on Hunker Creek sounded good to Phillips. Big Lars Anderson had been one of the first arrivals from Circle City; already he was rated a millionaire, for luck had smiled upon him; his name was one to conjure with. Pierce was about to accept the offer made when Jerry said:
"Who d'you s'pose got the lay below ours? That feller McCaskey and his brother."
"McCaskey!"
"He's an old pal of Anderson's."
"Does Big Lars know he's a thief?"
Jerry shrugged. "Lars ain't the kind that listens to scandal and we ain't the kind that carries it."
Pierce meditated briefly; then he said, slowly, "If your lay turns out good so will McCaskey's." His frown deepened. "Well, if there's a law of compensation, if there's such a thing as retributive justice--you have a bad piece of ground."
"But there ain't any such thing," Tom quickly a.s.serted. "Anyhow, it don't work in mining-camps. If it did the saloons would be reading-rooms and the gamblers would take in was.h.i.+ng. Look at the lucky men in this camp--b.u.ms, most of 'em. George Carmack was a squaw-man, and he made the strike."
Pierce felt no fear of Joe McCaskey, only dislike and a desire to avoid further contact with him. The prospect of a long winter in close proximity to a proven scoundrel was repugnant. Balanced against this was the magic of Big Lars' name. It was a problem; again indecision rose to trouble him.
"I'll think it over," he said, finally.
Farther down the street Phillips' attention was arrested by an announcement of the opening of the Rialto Saloon and Theater, Miller & Best, proprietors. Challenged by the name of his former employer and drawn by the sounds of merriment from within, Pierce entered. He had seen little of Laure since his arrival; he had all but banished her from his thoughts, in fact; but he determined now to look her up.
The Rialto was the newest and the most pretentious of Dawson's amus.e.m.e.nt palaces. It comprised a drinking-place with a s.p.a.cious gambling-room adjoining. In the rear of the latter was the theater, a huge log annex especially designed as the home of Bacchus and Terpsich.o.r.e.
The front room was crowded; through an archway leading to the gambling-hall came the noise of many voices, and over all the strains of an orchestra at the rear. Ben Miller, a famous sporting character, was busy weighing gold dust at the ma.s.sive scales near the door when Pierce entered.
The theater, too, was packed. Here a second bar was doing a thriving business, and every chair on the floor, every box in the balcony overhanging three sides of it, was occupied. Waiters were scurrying up and down the wide stairway; the general hubbub was punctuated by the sound of exploding corks as the Klondike spendthrifts advertised their prosperity in a hilarious contest of prodigality.
All Dawson had turned out for the opening, and Pierce recognized several of the El Dorado kings, among them Big Lars Anderson.
These new-born magnates were as thriftless as locusts, and in the midst of their baccha.n.a.lian revels Pierce felt very poor, very obscure. Here was the roisterous spirit of the Northland at full play; it irked the young man intensely to feel that he could afford no part in it. Laure was not long in discovering him. She sped to him with the swiftness of a swallow; breathlessly she inquired:
"Where have you been so long? Why didn't you let me know you were back?"
"I just got in. I've been everywhere." He smiled down at her, and she clutched the lapel of his coat, then drew him out of the crowd. "I dropped in to see how you were getting along."
"Well, what do you think of the place?"
"Why, it looks as if you'd all get rich in a night."
"And you? Have you done anything for yourself?"
Pierce shook his head; in a few words he recounted his goings and his comings, his efforts and his failures. Laure followed the recital with swift, birdlike nods of understanding; her dark ayes were warm with sympathy.
"You're going at it the wrong way," she a.s.serted when he had finished. "You have brains; make them work. Look at Best, look at Miller, his new partner; they know better than to mine. Mining is a fool's game. Play a sure thing, Pierce. Stay here in town and live like a human being; here's where the money will be made."
"Do you think I WANT to go flying over hill and dale, like a tumbleweed? I haven't had warm feet in a week and I weep salt tears when I see a bed. But I'm no Croesus; I've got to hustle. I think I've landed something finally." He told of Tom and Jerry's offer, but failed to impress his listener.
"If you go out to Hunker Creek I'll scarcely ever see you," said she. "That's the first objection. I've nearly died these last three weeks. But there are other objections. You couldn't get along with those old men. Why, they can't get along with each other! Then there's Joe McCaskey to think of. Why run into trouble?"
"I've thought of all that. But Big Lars is on the crest of his wave; he has the Midas touch; everything he lays his hands on turns to gold. He believes in Hunker--"
"I'll find out if he does," Laure said, quickly. "He's drinking.
He'll tell me anything. Wait!" With a flas.h.i.+ng smile she was off.
She returned with an air of triumph. "You'll learn to listen to me," she declared. "He says Hunker is low grade. That's why he lets lays on it instead of working it himself. Lars is a fox."
"He said that?"
"The best there is in it is wages. Those were his very words.
Would you put up with Linton and Quirk and the two McCaskeys for wages? Of course not. I've something better fixed up for you."
Without explaining, she led Pierce to the bar, where Morris Best was standing.
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