likewise. They held a surprising amount of sediment, because the stream that had emerged from the crack in the sluices had carried with it pebbles, sand, and all the concentration of the riffles at this point. Standing directly beneath the cataract, most of it had dived fairly into his inviting waistband, following down the lines of least resistance into his boot-legs and boiling out at the knees.
âWash that,â he said. âYouâre apt to get a prospect.â
With artful passes Dextry settled it in the pan bottom and washed away the gravel, leaving a yellow, glittering pile which raised a yell from the men who had lingered curiously.
âHe pans forty dollars to the boot-leg,â one shouted.
âHow much do you run to the foot, Slapjack?â
âHeâs a regâlar free-milling ledge.â
No, he ainâtâheâs too thin. Heâs nothing but a stringer, but heâll pay to work.â
The old miner grinned toothlessly.
âGentlemen, there ainât no better way to save fine gold than with undercurrents anâ blanket riffles. Iâll have to wash these garments of mine anâ clean up the soapsuds âcause thereâs a hundred dollars in gold-dust clinginâ to my person this minute.â He went dripping up the bank, while the men returned to their work singing.
After lunch Dextry saddled his bronco.
âIâm goinâ to town for a pair of gold-scales, but Iâll be back by supper, then weâll clean up between shifts. Sheâd ought to give us a thousand ounces, the way that ground prospects.â He loped down the gulch, while his partner returned to the pit, the flashing shovel blade, and the rumbling undertone of the big workings that so fascinated him.
It was perhaps four oâclock when he was aroused from his labors by a shout from the bunk-tent, where a group of horsemen had clustered. As Glenister drew near, he saw among them Wilton Struve, the lawyer, and the big, well-dressed tenderfoot of the NorthernâMcNamaraâthe man of the heavy hand. Struve straightway engaged him.
âSay, Glenister, weâve come out to see about the title to this claim.â
âWhat about it?â
âWell, it was relocated about a month ago.â He paused.
âYes. What of that?â
âGalloway has commenced suit.â
âThe ground belongs to Dextry and me. We discovered it, we opened it up, weâve complied with the law, âand weâre going to hold it.â Glenister spoke with such conviction and heat as to nonplus Struve, but McNamara, who had sat his horse silently until now, answered:
Certainly, sir; if your title is good you will be protected, but the law has arrived in Alaska and weâve got to let it take its course. Thereâs no need of violenceânone whateverâbut, briefly, the situation is this: Mr. Galloway has commenced action against you; the court has enjoined you from working and has appointed me as receiver to operate the mine until the suit is settled. Itâs an extraordinary procedure, of course, but the conditions are extraordinary in this country. The season is so short that it would be unjust to the rightful owner if the claim lay idle all summerâso, to avoid that, Iâve been put in charge, with instructions to operate it and preserve the proceeds subject to the courtâs order. Mr. Voorhees here is the United States Marshal. He will serve the papers.â
Glenister threw up his hand in a gesture of restraint.
âHold on! Do you mean to tell me that any court would recognize such a claim as Gallowayâs?â
âThe law recognizes everything. If his grounds are no good, so much the better for youâ
âYou canât put in a receiver without notice to us. Why, good Lord! We never heard of a suit being commenced. Weâve never even been served with a summons and we havenât had a chance to argue in our own