worth an ounce. There's Sixty Mile with five thousand in stock
on the shelves. And you know I got a sawmill coming in. It's at
Linderman now, and the scow is building. Am I good?"

"Dig in; you're sure good," was Daylight's answer. "And while
we're about it, I may mention casual that I got twenty thousand
in Mac's safe, there, and there's twenty thousand more in the
ground on Moosehide. You know the ground, Campbell. Is they
that-all in the dirt?"

"There sure is, Daylight."

"How much does it cost now?" Kearns asked.

"Two thousand to see."

"We'll sure hump you if you-all come in," Daylight warned him.

"It's an almighty good hunch," Kearns said, adding his slip for
two thousand to the growing heap. "I can feel her crawlin' up
and down my back."

"I ain't got a hunch, but I got a tolerable likeable hand,"
Campbell announced, as he slid in his slip; "but it's not a
raising hand."

"Mine is," Daylight paused and wrote. "I see that thousand and
raise her the same old thousand."

The Virgin, standing behind him, then did what a man's best