A story of conflict and romance in the western mining town of Goldpan.
nt in appearance. He did not look his thirty years, while the other man looked more than his forty-eight.
"Well, Bill," he said slowly, "it seems to me if we can get through at all we've saved a day and a half. By the way, come up here."
The grizzled prospector walked up until he stood abreast, and from the little rise stared ahead.
"Isn't that it?" asked the younger man. "Over there--through the gap; just down below that spike with a snow cap." He stretched out a long, muscular arm, and his companion edged up to it and sighted along its length and over the index finger as if it were the barrel of a rifle, and stared, scowling, at the distant maze of mountain and sky that seemed upended from the green of the forests below.
"Say, I believe you're right, Dick!" he exclaimed. "I believe you are. Let's hustle along to the top of this divide, and then we'll know for sure."
They resumed their progress, to halt at the top, where there was abruptly opened below them a far-flung pano