I thought so. And now to win the race. Dogs first of all. Flossie must be brought in to-night. I want you here in Dawson, Charley. So you must send some Indian up the trail with a fresh team of dogs. Flossie camps at Mooseback tonight. He is to let her think that Vanderlip has sent the dogs, and that Vanderlip wants her to come right on to-night. Understand? SITKA CHARLEY Um. Sure. FREDA _(Preparing to start toward door at right.)_ Start the dogs right away with a man you can trust. And he must be sure to let Flossie think that Vanderlip sent him. At the best, Flossie can't arrive until late to-night. And there may be delays. You keep on Vanderlip's trail so that you will know always where he is. _(Freda and Sitka Charley start to walk toward the door at right.)_ When I send for him you must bring him to me, and I'll hold him till Flossie gets in. SITKA CHARLEY _(Touching Freda's arm.)_ No very strong, Freda. FREDA _(Tapping her forehead.)_ Vanderlip no very strong, Charley. _(Both cover ears, pull on mittens, and go out.)_ _(Dave Harney, unobserved, has been squatting on hams in front of counter to right, intently reading newspaper. He is making dumb show of excited interest. One of the miners discovers him, runs over to him, and starts to read newspaper over his shoulder. Dave Harney folds newspaper across, resting it on his knee, and looks up coolly into face of Miner.)_ MINER _(In hurt voice.)_ Can't you give a fellow a squint at your paper? DAVE HARNEY Got any sugar? Sure. MINER DAVE HARNEY Give me a whack at your sugar barrel? MINER _(Surprised and shocked.)_ No. DAVE HARNEY Then nary squint at my noospaper. _(In meantime other miners and clerks have surrounded him, all demanding to see his newspaper. Whereupon he puts paper in his pocket, rises to his feet, and starts toward door to right, miners and clerks following him and grumbling at his meanness.)_ DAVE HARNEY _(Pausing with his hand on door.)_ You think you're smart, don't you? Got a corner on sugar, eh? And poor Dave Harney left without no sweetenin' for his coffee an' mush. Well, poor Dave Harney's got a corner on noos. When you want noos, come an' see him, an' be sure an bring your sugar along. _(Goes out, followed by miners.)_ _(Mrs. Eppingwell and Capt. Eppingwell come forward to stove and warm their hands.)_ CAPT. EPPINGWELL _(Continuing conversation.)_ Perhaps Freda doesn't know about Flossie. I always thought her a good girl at heart. MRS. EPPINGWELL Why this haste then? Why are they running away to-night instead of to-morrow as they had planned? They must have received information somehow, even before the mail carrier arrived. _(Enter Mail Carrier from left.)_ And look how she captured the mail carrier at once, and for one thing, I know, to learn Flossie's whereabouts. CAPT. EPPINGWELL Here he is now. Let's ask him. _(Beckons Mail Carrier over to him.)_