"Got a factory somewheres ?" "Nope, but I got a hunch," was the retort, "and I tell you-all it's cheaper than dirt to ride her at the rate of three plugs for three claims." But an hour later, at his own camp, Joe Ladue strode in, fresh from Bonanza Creek.

At first, non-committal over Carmack's strike, then, later, dubious, he finally offered Daylight a hundred dollars for his share in the town site.
"Cash ?" Daylight queried.
"Sure.

There she is." So saying, Ladue pulled out his gold-sack.

Daylight hefted it absent-mindedly, and, still absent-mindedly, untied the strings and ran some of the gold-dust out on his palm.

It showed darker than any dust he had ever seen, with the exception of Carmack's.