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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

I'd like to have you go along; but he's a strange one, and swore point-blank to throw it up if anyone was brought in. But when I come back you'll get first tip, and I'll stake you next to me, and give you a half share in the town site besides.'


? ? ? ? 'No! no!' he cried, as the other strove to interrupt. 'I'm running this, and before I'm done it'll need two heads. If it's all right, why, it'll be a second Cripple Creek, man; do you hear?- a second Cripple Creek! It's quartz, you know, not placer; and if we work it right we'll corral the whole thing- millions upon millions. I've heard of the place before, and so have you. We'll build a town- thousands of workmen- good waterways- steamship lines- big carrying trade- light-draught steamers for head reaches- survey a railroad, perhaps- sawmills- electric-light plant- do our own banking- commercial company- syndicate- Say! Just you hold your hush till I get back!'


? ? ? ? The sleds came to a halt where the trail crossed the mouth of Stuart River. An unbroken sea of frost, its wide expanse stretched away into the unknown east. The snowshoes were withdrawn from the lashings of the sleds. Axel Gunderson shook hands and stepped to the fore, his great webbed shoes sinking a fair half yard into the feathery surface and packing the snow so the dogs should not wallow.


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