dollars apiece, and a little short of a hundred and fifty ounces of gold dust. Counting the gold dust as worth sixteen dollars an ounce, this gave them, in round figures, twenty-five hundred dollars for their labor.
"Twenty-five hundred dollars!" said Earl. "That's a good deal more than we could earn at home."
Captain Zoss gave a deep sigh and shook his head. "I ain't satisfied," he said. "I didn't come up to Alaska to work fer no five hundred a month. I'm goin' elsewhar fer luck."
"You won't stay here? " asked Randy, quickly. He had begun to like the captain very much.
"No, lad; I'm yere to make a fortune or nuthin'. I quit the hollow ter-morrow."
"Well, you have that right, captain, although I'm sorry to see you go," said Foster Portney.
"Which means thet you an' the boys stay," answered the captain, quickly. "I'm sorry ye won't go with me. I want ter try Hunker Creek."
"I think I'll stay," said Foster Portney, quietly. "I'll give the gulch a few weeks longer, for the way I look at it we're making wages and have the chance to make a strike. What do you say, boys?"
Randy was in for following the captain, but a look from Earl made him change the words on the end of his tongue. "I'll do as you think best, Uncle Foster."
"And so will I," said Earl.
Then they looked at the doctor, who was kicking the
