kin pokes and sent into town to be deposited in the bank.

Day after day we went on shovelling in, and about twice a week we made a
clean-up. The month of May was half over when we had only a third of our
dirt run through the boxes. We were terribly afraid of the water failing
us, and worked harder than ever. Indeed, it was difficult to tell when
to leave off. The nights were never dark now; the daylight was over
twenty hours in duration. The sun described an ellipse, rising a little
east of north and setting a little west of north. We shovelled in till
we were too exhausted to lift another ounce. Then we lay down in our
clothes and slept as soon as we touched the pillow.

"There's eighty thousand to our credit in the bank, and only a third of
our dump's gone. Hooray, boys!" said the Prodigal.

About one o'clock in the morning the birds began to sing, and the sunset
glow had not faded from the sky ere the sunrise quickened it with life
once more. Who that has lived in the North will ever forget the charm,
the witchery of those midnight skies, where the fires of the sun are
banked and never cold? Surely, long after all else is forgotten, will
linger the memory of those mystic nights with all their haunting spell
of weird, disconsolate solitude.

One afternoon I was working on the dump, intent on shovelling in as much
dirt as possible before supper, when, on looking up, who should greet me
but Locasto. Since our last interview in town I had not seen him, and,
somehow, this sudden sight of him came as a kind of a shock. Yet the
manner of the man as he approached me was hearty in the extreme. He held
out his great hand to me, and, as I had no desire to antagonise him, I
gave him my own.

He was riding. His big, handsome face was bronzed, his black eyes clear
and sparkling, his white teeth gleamed like mammoth ivory. He certainly
was a dashing, dominant figure of a man, and, in spite of myself, I
admired him.

His manner in his salutation was cordial, even winning.

"I've just been visiting some of my creek properties," he said. "I heard
you fellows had made a good strike, and I thought I'd come down and
congratulate you. It is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yes," I said; "not quite so good as we expected, but we'll all have a
tidy sum."

"I'm glad. Well, I suppose you'll go outside this Fall."

"No, I think I'll stay in. You see, we've the Gold Hill property, which
looks promising; and then we have two claims on Ophir