As the man said this he leaned forward to get a closer view of his listener's face. What he saw encouraged him to proceed.
"What do you say, will you do it?'"
"It is the only honorable way out of the scrape, eh?" laughed the other.
"Honor be d——d!" exclaimed Dunbar. "Will you do this or not?"
"I will."
"Shake!"
The two men then shook hands, sealing a compact diabolical to the last degree, and without further hesitation started for Nome the next morning.
There was great excitement in Nome. Five miners had returned from the Koyukuk country and given out information of a gold "strike" of exceeding richness. Three of these men had arrived before the others, but all told the same story. A Selawik Eskimo, they said, had recently guided them to the creek where their own discoveries had confirmed his statement. Nothing so rich had they ever before seen. The creek gave promise of being one of the most famous placer gold diggings that had ever been found in Alaska; was in fact a veritable Golconda, and the returned prospectors dilated upon the interesting details of their story with evident enjoyment. They stated that the formation of the country was the very best for gold indications; that the creek was wide and shallow, the benches were broad, and the hills few in number but long and sweeping like the famous hills of Solomon and Anvil.
The two miners went further. While expatiating to their listeners upon the extent of the possible and probable contents of their new creek, each man exhibited with much gusto a medium-sized "poke" partly filled with coarse gold and nuggets which they had panned (they affirmed) from the gravel bed of the stream after cutting away the ice sufficiently; and with these and other plausible tales were the good people of Nome for weeks entertained.
To their three companions Dunbar and Gibbs gave no hint regarding their actual experiences at Midas.