"Aim to winter here, Dan?"
"I do. Minook told me, four summers ago, that he'd found a prospect near here, and I've always figgered on putting some holes down. But it looks like I'm late."
"Oh, there's plenty of ground open. You've got as good a chance as the balance of us."
"Any grub in camp?"
"Nope. Ophir was struck too late in the fall."
McGill laughed. "I didn't think there would be; but that's nothing new."
"Didn't you bring none?"
"Nary a pound. There's women and children at the Circle, and there wasn't more than enough for them, so I pulled out."
"There's plenty below," Hopper assured him.
"How far?"