I wasn't prospecting.

Hadn't no idea of it.

But when Daylight pulls out, the very same day, who drifts in, down river, on a raft-load of supplies, but Bob Henderson.

He'd come out to Sixty Mile, planning to go back up Indian River and portage the grub across the divide between Quartz Creek and Gold Bottom--" "Where in hell's Gold Bottom ?" Curly Parsons demanded.
"Over beyond Bonanza that was Rabbit Creek," the squaw-man went on.
"It's a draw of a big creek that runs into the Klondike.

That's the way I went up, but I come back by crossing the divide, keeping along the crest several miles, and dropping down into Bonanza.