They imagined they were very important individuals, and veritable lords of Creation.
These miners, many of them, were inveterate gamblers and played every night till near day-light, with no roof over them, and their only clothes a woolen shirt and overalls which must have been a little scanty in the cool nights which settled down over the mountain camp; but they bore it all in their great desire for card playing.
Near by there were three men who worked and slept together, every night dividing the dust which each put into a purse at the head of his bed.
One day the news came to the saloon that one of the purses had been stolen.

The Helms boys talked it over and concluded that as one of the men had gone to town, he might know something about the lost dust; so they went to town and there, after a little search, found their man in a gambling house.

After a little while they invited him to return to camp with them, and all started together down the mountain; but when about half way down they halted suddenly under an oak tree and accused their man of knowing where his partner's money was.

This he strongly denied, and was very positive in his denial till he felt the surprise of a rope around his neck, with the end over a limb, and beginning to haul pretty taut in a direction that would soon elevate his body from the ground, when he weakened at their earnestness and asked them to hold on a minute.

As the rope slackened he owned up he had the dust and would give it up if they would not send the news to his folks in Missouri.