When Burning Daylight went on the tear, no man cared to miss it.

The dancing-floor was full.

Owing to the shortage of women, many of the men tied bandanna handkerchiefs around their arms in token of femininity and danced with other men.

All the games were crowded, and the voices of the men talking at the long bar and grouped about the stove were accompanied by the steady click of chips and the sharp whir, rising and falling, of the roulette-ball.

All the materials of a proper Yukon night were at hand and mixing.
The luck at the table varied monotonously, no big hands being out.