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Bill saw little of Ponatah after his return to Nome, for the girl avoided him, and when he did see her she assumed a peculiar reserve. Her year and a half of intimate association with cultured people had in reality worked an amazing improvement in her, and people no longer regarded her as an Indian, but referred to her now as “that Russian governess,” nevertheless she could retreat behind a baffling air of stolidity–almost of sullenness–when she chose, and that was precisely the mask she wore for Bill. In reality she was far from stolid and anything but sullen.

For his part he made no effort to break down the girl’s guard; he continued to treat her with his customary free good nature.

Notwithstanding the liberal margin of profit on his winter’s operations, Bill realized that he was still shy approximately half of the sum which Doctor Thomas had set as satisfactory, and when the latter began planning to resume work on a larger scale in the fall Mr. Hyde was stricken with panic. Fearing lest his own lack of enthusiasm in these plans and his indifference to all affairs even remotely concerning Eclipse Creek should awaken suspicion, he determined to sell out his own and his partner’s interests in accordance with their original understanding. Without consulting Thomas he called upon Doctor Slayforth.

The pious mine-owner was glad to see him; his manner was not at all what it had been when Bill worked for him. His words of greeting fairly trickled prune juice and honey.

“Say, Doc, I got a load on my chest! I’m a strayed lamb and you being a sort of shepherd I turns to you,” Bill began.

“I trust you have not come in vain.” The ex-missionary beamed benignly. “It has been my duty and my privilege to comfort the afflicted. What troubles you, William?”

“There’s a school of sharks in this village, and I don’t trust ’em. They’re too slick for a feller like me,”

“It is an ungodly place,” the doctor agreed. “I have felt the call to work here, but my duties prevent. Of course I labor in the Lord’s vineyard as I pass through, but–I am weak.”

“Me, too, and getting weaker daily.” Bill summoned a hollow cough. “Listen to that hospital bark,’ I gotta blow this place, Doc, or they’ll button me up in a rosewood overcoat. I gotta sell Eclipse Creek and beat it.” Again he coughed.

“I am distressed. But why do you come here?”

“I aim to sell out to you.”

“What is your price, William?”

“A hundred and fifty thousand, cash.”

Slayforth lifted protesting palms. “My dear man–“

“That’s cheaper’n good advice, and you know it. I took out ‘most that much last winter with a scowegian gang of six. Here’s the bank’s O.K. But I ain’t got use for a lot of money, Doc. I wouldn’t know how to run a vineyard like you do. All I want is a nice little corner saloon or a cattle ranch.”

“It is a large sum of money you ask. There is always an element of uncertainty about placer mining.” Doctor Slayforth failed to conceal the gleam of avarice in his eyes.

“Doc, take it from me; there ain’t a particle of uncertainty about Eclipse Creek,” Bill earnestly assured his hearer. “If I told you what’s there you wouldn’t believe me. But Thomas, he’s got a gal and I got a cough. They both need attention, and he’s the only guy that can give it. We’re willing to hand you Eclipse Creek if you’ll take it.”

There was considerable conversation, and a visit to Eclipse Creek, but the doctor, it proved, was willing to take any good bargain, and a few days later the transfer was made. When the larger part of Slayforth’s winter’s clean-up had changed hands the two partners adjourned to Thomas’s little office.

“Well!” The physician heaved a deep sigh of relief. “It’s all over, and–I feel as if I were dreaming.”

“The Oregon sails to-morrow. It’s time to stomp on the fire.”