In spite of a few shooting affrays during the night, there was not much disturbance in Bloody Canyon. Mr. Judson had spoken truly when he said a large part of the population had left for other diggings, and midnight, which is usually the most exciting time in a mining settlement, was so quiet that the boys and Gabe were able to go to sleep. "Well, it feels good to sit down to a table again," remarked Jed the next morning, when they were having breakfast in the "hotel." "Make the most of it," said Gabe. "We'll soon be striking out on a new trail, and we'll have to camp out again." "Don't you think it would be better to have a tent?" proposed Will. "I certainly do, and I'm going to get one," replied Gabe. "I've got to get some other supplies, too--blasting powder, a new handle for my lucky pickaxe, and some grub. This is the cheapest place to get 'em, as prices will be high near good diggings." Most of that day was spent in getting the tent and other supplies. It was so late when they finished that Gabe decided they would stay another night in the hotel at Bloody Canyon, and push forward in the morning. That evening, as the three were strolling down the main and only street of the town, a couple of men, who came from a saloon, approached Gabe and the two boys. "Excuse us, strangers," said one. "But is it true you are going prospecting up at Dizzy Gulch?" "We calc'late on it," replied Gabe civilly, though the manner of the man was insolent. "Well, that's a pretty good joke!" exclaimed the other stranger, laughing heartily. "What is?" asked Gabe, for he was sensitive about being made fun of. "Going to Dizzy Gulch? Why, you're foolish to go there. It's petered out. There was only some outcroppings, and the boys that went there had their trouble for their pains." "I have reliable information that there have been some good strikes made at Dizzy Gulch," responded Gabe, while Jed and Will wondered what could be the object of the two men in ridiculing their plan. "Well, you're foolish, that's all I've got to say," went on the man who had first spoken. "Ha! ha! It's a good joke. You'll be asking some one to grub-stake you next! Eh, Jim?" "Sure thing! Dizzy Gulch didn't pan out!" "I guess I know my own business best," responded Gabe. "Oh, that's all right, stranger," responded one of the men quickly, for Gabe's manner was rather one of anger. "No offense, you understand, only I have to laugh when I see an old-timer making a spectacle of himself." "It'll be time enough for you to talk when I make a clean-up, and don't get a yellow showing," went on Gabe. "Come on, boys. They may think it's a joke, but I guess Ted Jordan knew what he was writing about." Leaving the two miners, who, with several companions, seemed to be quite amused at the idea of Gabe and the two lads going to Dizzy Gulch, the latter reached their boarding place.