"Six and a half."
"Pitcairn says gold is always thickest on the inside of an elbow or turn in the stream. It's in a place like that my claim is."
The steamer swerved still further out from the course indicated on the chart. The pilot was still hunting a new channel, but still the Captain stood and listened, and it was not to the sounding of the Yukon Bar.
"They say there's no doubt about the whole country being glaciated."
"Hey?"
"Signs of glacial erosion everywhere."
The Captain looked sharply about as if his ship might be in some new danger.
"No doubt the gold is all concentrates."
"Oh, is that so?" He seemed relieved on the whole.
"Eight and a half," from below.