"To be sure!" shouted Randy, and Earl reddened over the idea that he had not thought of the things before.
"We'll get them in the morning, for they won't have to be packed," said the uncle. "We have done enough for to-day."
And Randy, who was tired out, agreed with him that it had been a busy day, indeed. He went to bed with his head in a whirl about Alaska and how they were to get there, and of the wonderful finds of gold which awaited all hands. He was full of the brightest of hopes, and the hardships so soon to be encountered did not bother him.
CHAPTER VIII.
ON THE WAY TO JUNEAU.
"Get up, Randy! Don't you know we are to start for Alaska to-day?" cried Earl, at six o'clock on the following morning. "Come now, turn out."
"Oh my, but I'm tired still!" grumbled Randy, as he stretched himself. Nevertheless, he hopped out of bed a moment later and was dressed almost as soon as his brother. They had barely finished when their uncle came to summon them to breakfast.
"We'll hunt up those tools and then I have a little private business to attend to," announced Foster Portney. "So we must move lively."