“Of course.  It’s an excellent thing for her—­and her father.  He’ll have a rich son-in-law.  About two hundred thousand is his share, isn’t it?  I suppose old Carter is delighted?”

Stacy had thought this before, but did not care to have it corroborated by this superfine young foreigner.  “And I don’t reckon that Barker is offended if he is,” he said curtly as he turned away.  Nevertheless, he felt irritated that one of the three superior partners of Heavy Tree Hill should be thought a dupe.

Suddenly the conversation dropped, the laughter ceased.  Every one turned round, and, by a common instinct, looked towards the door.  From the obscurity of the hill slope below came a wonderful tenor voice, modulated by distance and spiritualized by the darkness:—­

     “When at some future day
     I shall be far away,
     Thou wilt be weeping,
     Thy lone watch keeping.”

The men looked at one another.  “That’s Jack Hamlin,” they said.  “What’s he doing here?”

“The wolves are gathering around fresh meat,” said Steptoe, with his coarse laugh and a glance at the treasure.  “Didn’t ye know he came over from Red Dog yesterday?”

“Well, give Jack a fair show and his own game,” said one of the old locators, “and he’d clean out that pile afore sunrise.”

“And lose it next day,” added another.

“But never turn a hair or change a muscle in either case,” said a third.  “Lord!  I’ve heard him sing away just like that when he’s been leaving the board with five thousand dollars in his pocket, or going away stripped of his last red cent.”

Van Loo, who had been listening with a peculiar smile, here said in his most deprecating manner, “Yes, but did you never consider the influence that such a man has on the hard-working tunnelmen, who are ready to gamble their whole week’s earnings to him?  Perhaps not.  But I know the difficulties of getting the Ditch rates from these men when he has been in camp.”

He glanced around him with some importance, but only a laugh followed his speech.  “Come, Frenchy,” said an old locator, “you only say that because your little brother wanted to play with Jack like a grown man, and when Jack ordered him off the board and he became sassy, Jack scooted him outer the saloon.”

Van Loo’s face reddened with an anger that had the apparent effect of removing every trace of his former polished repose, and leaving only a hard outline beneath.  At which Demorest interfered:—­

“I can’t say that I see much difference in gambling by putting money into a hole in the ground and expecting to take more from it than by putting it on a card for the same purpose.”

Here the ravishing tenor voice, which had been approaching, ceased, and was succeeded by a heart-breaking and equally melodious whistling to finish the bar of the singer’s song.  And the next moment Jack Hamlin appeared in the doorway.