gh character himself, though that of course
has nothing to do with this case. The accused at that time had little,
or nothing of his own, either in the way of money or outfit, while
Goldollar appears to have been well fixed with both. Now this man turns
up in this place alone under the name of Bradwick, telling a story about
having come up the Porcupine, that he has since admitted to be false,
and in possession of the outfit formerly owned by Mr. Coombs and Simon
Goldollar. Of course, under the circumstances, the question naturally to
be asked is what has become of Goldollar?"

"He got sick of the trip and turned back from Yukon," explained the
prisoner, sulkily.

"Yes, we've heard he took sick," replied the Judge; "but whether he
turned back, or was left to die in an Indian rancheria is another
question. Mr. Coombs, will you please take the stand again?"

This time Jalap Coombs testified that he had carefully examined the
outfit brought into camp the night before by the prisoner, and found it
to contain the same number of sledges, the same number of dogs, and the
identical articles, with the exception of a certain quantity of
provisions that had composed it at old Fort Adams.

"We will now call on one other witness," announced the Judge, and the
prisoner started as though he expected to see Simon Goldollar himself
appear on the stand. What he did see was one of his native drivers from
Fort Yukon, with Kurilla to act as interpreter.

"Do you admit Injun testimony in this court?" he asked.

"Certainly we do," replied the Judge.

"If I'd known that," he muttered, "I'd have bought a dozen or so to
testify on my side."

The Indian's testimony was to the effect that this white man had left
another white man in a native hut at Fort Yukon so sick that all the
Indians thought he would die.

"Of course I can't buck agin Injun testimony," growled the prisoner;
"but I say it's a lie, all the same, and don't prove nothing."

"There is one thing that we must not neglect," said the Judge. "Marshal,
you may search the prisoner."

The latter struggled furiously, but was overpowered and held by strong
hands while the Marshal searched his pockets. From these were produced a
number of articles, including a wallet, which the Judge opened,
spreading its contents on the table before him.

"Do you recognize anything here?" he asked of Jalap Coombs.

"I can identify this as having been in Goldollar's possession," answered
the m