But this, in turn, was the mere setting for something bigger, namely, the play of temperament.

Opportunities swarmed in the streets and buildings and human and economic relations of the city of his dream.

It was a larger table for gambling.

The limit was the sky, with the Southland on one side and the aurora borealis on the other.

The play would be big, bigger than any Yukoner had ever imagined, and he, Burning Daylight, would see that he got in on that play.
In the meantime there was naught to show for it but the hunch.