Hopper read it uncomprehendingly.
"This is a location notice, recorded in my name," the latter said, turning the document uncomprehendingly as if to see if it contained a message on the reverse side.
The stranger nodded. "Number Four Above, on John Daniels Creek. John staked for you, and told me to tell you to come. We've struck it rich."
Hopper's hand shook; he stared at the speaker in bewilderment. "John Daniels? I don't seem to remember him."
"He's a big slab-sided man with a deep voice and eyes like ice."
The listener started. "Is he—skookum?"
"Stronger 'n any two men—"
"God! It's—McGill!"
"I thought so, but I never saw him only once—that was in Circle. He's changed now—got a beard. He said you done him a favor once. You're his friend, ain't you?"
"I am."