box. And then we passed the _Glendale_, bound up for Dawson. As she
saluted us, I thought of Dave on board of her and hurrying to Dawson to
Flush of Gold. I turned and looked at her where she stood by the rail.
Her eyes were bright, but she looked a bit frightened by the sight of the
other steamer, and she was leaning closely to the Count fellow as for
protection. She needn't have leaned so safely against him, and I needn't
have been so sure of a disappointed Dave Walsh arriving at Dawson. For
Dave Walsh wasn't on the _Glendale_. There were a lot of things I didn't
know, but was soon to know--for instance, that the pair were not yet
married. Inside half an hour preparations for the marriage took place.
What of the sick men in the main cabin, and of the crowded condition of
the _Golden Rocket_, the likeliest place for the ceremony was found
forward, on the lower deck, in an open space next to the rail and gang-
plank and shaded by the mountain of freight with the big box on top and
the sleeping dog beside it. There was a missionary on board, getting off
at Eagle City, which was the next step, so they had to use him quick.
That's what they'd planned to do, get married on the boat.

"But I've run ahead of the facts. The reason Dave Walsh wasn't on the
_Glendale_ was because he was on the _Golden Rocket_. It was this way.
After loiterin' in Dawson on account of Flush of Gold, he went down to
Mammon Creek on the ice. And there he found Dusky Burns doing so well
with the claim, there was no need for him to be around. So he put some
grub on the sled, harnessed the dogs, took an Indian along, and pulled
out for Surprise Lake. He always had a liking for that section. Maybe
you don't know how the creek turned out to be a four-flusher; but the
prospects were good at the time, and Dave proceeded to build his cabin
and hers. That's the cabin we slept in. After he finished it, he went
off on a moose hunt to the forks of the Teelee, takin' the Indian along.