There was a heavy cloud hanging in the Western sky, constantly sweeping higher in pledge of a dark night.

The banks of the stream became obscured, and finally vanished altogether; while the water ceased to glimmer and turned to an inky blackness.

Lights twinkled in the distant shacks, and the front of the Red Dog burst into illumination.

The saloon was too far away for the watchers to pick out the moving figures of men, but Brennan chuckled, and pointed his finger at the glare.
"Lacy ain't fergettin' the profit in all this," he whispered hoarsely.
"The boys are goin' ter be dry, an' he'll sell 'em all they want--wouldn't mind if I had some myself.

Is it dark enough, mate ?" "The sooner the better!" "That's my ticket.