Alaska -- Gold discoveries -- Fiction; Western stories
When he gained his freedom his one obsession was to even the score
with the Gordons. He would slip over onto Myrtle, would kill the old
man, and then--alone on the deserted creek with the girl--his eyes
flickered with bestial lust as he thought of the girl. After that, if
they killed him on the Koyukuk, they would have something to kill him
for!
Dalzene was penniless. He needed an outfit, for the journey to Myrtle
Creek. So he went to work on the dumps. It was there he met a fellow
convict whose term had expired a month previous, and realizing that he
might need help, cautiously sounded the man out. Satisfied, he laid
stress upon the winnings of Gordon, and broached a scheme whereby they
should visit Myrtle together, murder Gordon, divide whatever of loot
there might be in the cabin.
The two pooled their earnings for the venture, and toward the middle of
January, pulled out of Nome. The utmost caution had been used in the
ascent of the Koyukuk from the mouth of the Alatna. Dalzene knew every
foot of the country, and he was careful to detour past all camps and
native villages. Once on Myrtle caution was relaxed. The deep snows of
the winter had rendered it extremely improbable that there would be any
travel on the abandoned creek, and the outfit held to the creek bed.
The two celebrated their safe arrival on Myrtle with liberal quantities
of hooch, the fiery liquor acting upon Dalzene’s brain added fuel to
his desire for revenge.
Upon rounding a bend they had come face to face with MacShane. The
rifle and heavy six gun with which they had provided themselves were
lashed to the toboggan and the man was right upon them. To attempt
to release the gun would invite disaster. With a sense of vast relief
Dalzene noted that the man was using a toboggan. He was not a man of
the Koyukuk, and in all probability would know nothing of the edict
of the miners’ meeting. With elaborate heartiness, he tendered his
bottle, but the other declined, and after a few words of commonplace
conversation, he passed on and disappeared in the gloom.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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