It was poor business, playing for millions, to spend time building fires and boiling water.
Dawson grew rapidly that winter of 1896.

Money poured in on Daylight from the sale of town lots.

He promptly invested it where it would gather more.

In fact, he played the dangerous game of pyramiding, and no more perilous pyramiding than in a placer camp could be imagined.
But he played with his eyes wide open.
"You-all just wait till the news of this strike reaches the Outside," he told his old-timer cronies in the Moosehorn Saloon.

"The news won't get out till next spring.