That was their scheme.

That was why they had approached him for the sale of worked-out claims and tailings.

They were content to let the small mine-owners gopher out what they could, for there would be millions in the leavings.
And, gazing down on the smoky inferno of crude effort, Daylight outlined the new game he would play, a game in which the Guggenhammers and the rest would have to reckon with him.

Cut along with the delight in the new conception came a weariness.

He was tired of the long Arctic years, and he was curious about the Outside--the great world of which he had heard other men talk and of which he was as ignorant as a child.
There were games out there to play.