Then the unexpected happened. A still heavier club was swung. In the pause that ensued, the gambler, who had scented a speculation and formed a syndicate with several of his fellows, bid sixteen thousand dollars. “Seventeen thousand,” Porportuk said weakly. “Eighteen thousand,” said the king. Porportuk gathered his strength. “Twenty thousand.” The syndicate dropped out. The Eldorado king raised a thousand, and Porportuk raised back; and as they bid, Akoon turned from one to the other, half menacingly, half curiously, as though to see what manner of man it was that he would have to kill. When the king prepared to make his next bid, Akoon having pressed closer, the king first loosed the revolver at his hip, then said: “Twenty-three thousand.” “Twenty-four thousand,” said Porportuk. He grinned viciously, for the certitude of his bidding had at last shaken the king. The latter moved over close to El-Soo. He studied her carefully for a long while. “And five hundred,” he said at last. “Twenty-five thousand,” came Porportuk’s raise. The king looked for a long space, and shook his head. He looked again, and said reluctantly, “And five hundred.” “Twenty-six thousand,” Porportuk snapped. The king shook his head and refused to meet Tommy’s pleading eye. In the meantime Akoon had edged close to Porportuk. El-Soo’s quick eye noted this, and, while Tommy wrestled with the Eldorado king for another bid, she bent, and spoke in a low voice in the ear of a slave. And while Tommy’s “Going—going—going—” dominated the air, the slave went up to Akoon and spoke in a low voice in his ear. Akoon made no sign that he had heard, though El-Soo watched him anxiously. “Gone!” Tommy’s voice rang out. “To Porportuk, for twenty-six thousand dollars.” Porportuk glanced uneasily at Akoon. All eyes were centred upon Akoon, but he did nothing. “Let the scales be brought,” said El-Soo. “I shall make payment at my house,” said Porportuk. “Let the scales be brought,” El-Soo repeated. “Payment shall be made here where all can see.” So the gold scales were brought from the trading post, while Porportuk went away and came back with a man at his heels, on whose shoulders was a weight of gold-dust in moose-hide sacks. Also, at Porportuk’s back, walked another man with a rifle, who had eyes only for Akoon. “Here are the notes and mortgages,” said Porportuk, “for fifteen thousand nine hundred and sixty-seven dollars and seventy-five cents.” El-Soo received them into her hands and said to Tommy, “Let them be reckoned as sixteen thousand.” “There remains ten thousand dollars to be paid in gold,” Tommy said. Porportuk nodded, and untied the mouths of the sacks. El-Soo, standing at the edge of the bank, tore the papers to shreds and sent them fluttering out over the Yukon. The weighing began, but halted. “Of course, at seventeen dollars,” Porportuk had said to Tommy, as he adjusted the scales. “At sixteen dollars,” El-Soo said sharply.