Yet, with all their good humor the boys were ready to pull the triggers of their six-guns on the bat of an eyelid should any one get the idea in his head that he was going to relieve them of their treasure. And they guarded Eileen with the same jealous care.
A week’s run on the steamboat down the Yukon landed them at St. Michael, and once there they shipped their sacks of gold by express through to New York City when a part of their great responsibility was lifted from their minds. In a month’s time Jack and Bill were back where they had started from, while Eileen was being petted and pampered by the swelldom of Montclair.
THE END