Daylight's interest was centered in the big flat itself, with deep water all along its edge for steamboat landings.
"A sure enough likely town site," he muttered.

"Room for a camp of forty thousand men.

All that's needed is the gold-strike." He meditated for a space.

"Ten dollars to the pan'll do it, and it'd be the all-firedest stampede Alaska ever seen.

And if it don't come here, it'll come somewhere hereabouts.