"But what--may I ask--" "Lee has made a strike--a wonderful strike--richer than the Klondike." "So?
The old man's luck has changed.

I'm right glad of that," said the soldier.
"I came as fast as I could, because to-morrow everybody will know about it, and it will be too late." "Too late for what ?" "For us to get in on it, of course.

Oh, but won't there be a stampede! Why, all the people bound for Dawson on the next boat will pile off here, then the news will go up-river and down-river, and thousands of others will come pouring in from everywhere, and this will be a city.
Then we will stake our town lots and sell them for ever so much money, and go around with our noses in the air, and they will say to each other: "'Who is that beautiful lady with the fine clothes ?' and somebody will answer: "'Why, that is Miss Necia Gale, the mine-owner.' And then you will come along, and they will say: "'That is Lieutenant Burrell, the millionaire, and--'" "Hold on! hold on!" said the soldier, stopping her breathless patter.
"Tell me all about this." "Well, 'No Creek' came in this morning to tell dad and Poleon.

Then the boat arrived with an old friend of Lee's, a Mr.Stark, so Lee told him, too, and now they've all gone back to his creek to stake more claims.
They slipped away quietly to prevent suspicion, but I knew there was something up from the way Poleon acted, so I made Alluna tell me all about it.

They haven't more than two hours start of us, and we can overtake them easily." "We! Why, we are not going ?" "Yes, we are," she insisted, impatiently--"you and I.That's why I came, so you can get a mine for yourself and be a rich man, and so you can help me get one.