"Forgot to fill it, didn't I?
Too late now.
Do it to-morrow.

It'll last the rubber out, sure." Corliss took up the cards, but paused in the shuffling.

"We've a big trip before us, Del, about a month from now, the middle of March as near as I can plan it,--up the Stuart River to McQuestion; up McQuestion and back again down the Mayo; then across country to Mazy May, winding up at Henderson Creek--" "On the Indian River ?" "No," Corliss replied, as he dealt the hands; "just below where the Stuart taps the Yukon.

And then back to Dawson before the ice breaks." The pocket-miner's eyes sparkled.

"Keep us hustlin'; but, say, it's a trip, isn't it! Hunch ?" "I've received word from the Parker outfit on the Mayo, and McPherson isn't asleep on Henderson--you don't know him.