A gray beam of light shot through a chink between the logs, and then another and another until the darkness of the hut changed to a vaporous twilight.

Then of a sudden the notes of a bugle sounded the reveille.

Gorley raised himself upon his elbows and thrust forward his head.

Outside he heard the rattle of arms, the chatter of voices, all the hum of a camp astir.
'Drake,' he whispered across to the figure standing against the door, 'there's enough gold dust to make two men rich, but you shall have it all if you let me go.

You can--easily enough.