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a Yukon Indian's should be； as he pulled on his mittens and went out the
door。
Though eight o'clock； it was still dark outside； and the cabin was
lighted by a tallow candle thrust into an empty whisky bottle。 It stood on
the pine…board table in the middle of a disarray of dirty tin dishes。
Tallow from innumerable candles had dripped down the long neck of the
bottle and hardened into a miniature glacier。 The small room； which
composed the entire cabin； was as badly littered as the table； while at one
end； against the wall； were two bunks； one above the other； with the
blankets turned down just as the two men had crawled out in the morning。
Lawrence Pentfield and Corry Hutchinson were millionaires； though
they did not look it。 There seemed nothing unusual about them； while
they would have passed muster as fair specimens of lumbermen in any
Michigan camp。 But outside； in the darkness； where holes yawned in the
ground； were many men engaged in windlassing muck and gravel and gold
from the bottoms of the holes where other men received fifteen dollars per
day for scraping it from off the bedrock。 Each day thousands of dollars'
worth of gold were scraped from bedrock and windlassed to the surface；
and it all belonged to Pentfield and Hutchinson； who took their rank
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among the richest kings of Bonanza。
Pentfield broke the silence that followed on Billebedam's departure by
heaping the dirty plates higher on the table and drumming a tattoo on the
cleared space with his knuckles。 Hutchinson snuffed the smoky candle
and reflectively rubbed the soot from the wick between thumb and
forefinger。
〃By Jove； I wish we could both go out！〃 he abruptly exclaimed。 〃That
would settle it all。〃
Pentfield looked at him darkly。
〃If it weren't for your cursed obstinacy； it'd be settled anyway。 All you
have to do is get up and go。 I'll look after things； and next year I can go
out。〃
〃Why should I go？ I've no one waiting for me〃
〃Your people；〃 Pentfield broke in roughly。
〃Like you have；〃 Hutchinson went on。 〃A girl； I mean； and you know
it。〃
Pentfield shrugged his shoulders gloomily。 〃She can wait； I guess。〃
〃But she's been waiting two years now。〃
〃And another won't age her beyond recognition。〃
〃That'd be three years。 Think of it； old man； three years in this end of
the earth； this falling…off place for the damned！〃 Hutchinson threw up his
arm in an almost articulate groan。
He was several years younger than his partner； not more than twenty…
six； and there was a certain wistfulness in his face that comes into the
faces of men when they yearn vainly for the things they have been long
denied。 This same wistfulness was in Pentfield's face； and the groan of it
was articulate in the heave of his shoulders。
〃I dreamed last night I was in Zinkand's；〃 he said。 〃The music
playing； glasses clinking； voices humming； women laughing； and I was
ordering eggsyes； sir； eggs； fried and boiled and poached and scrambled；
and in all sorts of ways； and downing them as fast as they arrived。〃
〃I'd have ordered salads and green things；〃 Hutchinson criticized
hungrily； 〃with a big； rare； Porterhouse； and young onions and radishes；
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the kind your teeth sink into with a crunch。〃
〃I'd have followed the eggs with them； I guess； if I hadn't awakened；〃
Pentfield replied。
He picked up a trail…scarred banjo from the floor and began to strum a
few wandering notes。 Hutchinson winced and breathed heavily。
〃Quit it！〃 he burst out with sudden fury； as the other struck into a gaily
lifting swing。 〃It drives me mad。 I can't stand it〃
Pentfield tossed the banjo into a bunk and quoted：…
〃Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess … I am Memory and
TormentI am Town！ I am all that ever went with evening dress！〃
The other man winced where he sat and dropped his head forward on
the table。 Pentfield resumed the monotonous drumming with his
knuckles。 A loud snap from the door attracted his attention。 The frost
was creeping up the inside in a white sheet； and he began to hum：…
〃The flocks are folded； boughs are bare； The salmon takes the sea；
And oh； my fair； would I somewhere Might house my heart with thee。〃
Silence fell and was not again broken till Billebedam arrived and
threw the dice box on the table。
〃Um much cold；〃 he said。 〃Oleson um speak to me； um say um
Yukon freeze last night。〃
〃Hear that； old man！〃 Pentfield cried； slapping Hutchinson on the
shoulder。 〃Whoever wins can be hitting the trail for God's country this
time tomorrow morning！〃
He picked up the box； briskly rattling the dice。
〃What'll it be？〃
〃Straight poker dice；〃 Hutchinson answered。 〃Go on and roll them
out。〃
Pentfield swept the dishes from the table with a crash and rolled out
the five dice。 Both looked tragedy。 The shake was without a pair and
five…spot high。
〃A stiff！〃 Pentfield groaned。
After much deliberating Pentfield picked up all the five dice and put
them in the box。
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〃I'd shake to the five if I were you；〃 Hutchinson suggested。
〃No； you wouldn't； not when you see this；〃 Pentfield replied； shaking
out the dice。
Again they were without a pair； running this time in unbroken
sequence from two to six。
〃A second stiff！〃 he groaned。 〃No use your shaking； Corry。 You
can't lose。〃
The other man gathered up the dice without a word； rattled them；
rolled them out on the table with a flourish； and saw that he had likewise
shaken a six…high stiff。
〃Tied you； anyway； but I'll have to do better than that；〃 he said；
gathering in four of them and shaking to the six。 〃And here's what beats
you！〃
But they rolled out deuce； tray； four； and fivea stiff still and no better
nor worse than Pe