"Bill, he's a wise ol' owl," grinned Crane; "with two of the Mounted scourin' Cameron Crick, he's a-keepin' the rest a-watchin' him in Dawson, whilst McCarty an' High Light Hank runs the cargo up Henderson to the divide. Beats all they ain't no one tumbled to th' Henderson Crick racket——"

"It's so durn little an' puny lookin'—'tain't more'n eight foot wide at the mouth—an' comin' out th' way it does, behine that shoulder of rock. It ain't on no map that I ever see—but she shore is deep!" The shaggy man blew out the candle, and Connie Morgan wriggled back into the timber and sought his blanket beside the spring.