In between dances he paid over to Kearns the twenty thousand in dust and transferred to him his Moosehide claim.

Likewise he arranged the taking over of Billy Rawlins' mail contract, and made his preparations for the start.

He despatched a messenger to rout out Kama, his dog-driver--a Tananaw Indian, far-wandered from his tribal home in the service of the invading whites.

Kama entered the Tivoli, tall, lean, muscular, and fur-clad, the pick of his barbaric race and barbaric still, unshaken and unabashed by the revellers that rioted about him while Daylight gave his orders.

"Um," said Kama, tabling his instructions on his fingers.