At Forty Mile they laid over two days for the sake of the dogs, and at Sixty Mile Daylight's team was left with the trader.

Unlike Daylight, after the terrible run from Selkirk to Circle City, they had been unable to recuperate on the back trail.

So the four men pulled on from Sixty Mile with a fresh team of dogs on Daylight's sled.
The following night they camped in the cluster of islands at the mouth of the Stewart.

Daylight talked town sites, and, though the others laughed at him, he staked the whole maze of high, wooded islands.
"Just supposing the big strike does come on the Stewart," he argued.
"Mebbe you-all'll be in on it, and then again mebbe you-all won't.

But I sure will.