On the creek we called it Dome.
I'd four of a kind in Koyukuk,
Three kings in the Kuskoquim,
And I'm known from Skagway to Chandelar
As your uncle Lucky Jim.
"No brains at all, y' understand, boys, nor need for 'em. If I depended on the gray stuff under my hat for my three daily squares, I'd have to worry along with a stomach no bigger than a walnut. But me and luck are the best of tillicums. He has helped me get away with a stake in every placer camp in Alaska. Fact!"
"Did you get very far with any of 'em?" sneered Chenoa Pete, a man with pig's eyes and a hanging lower lip.
The crowd laughed at this sally, but no one louder than Lucky Jim himself.
"I did not," he replied with a wry face. "I never tried to. But one of these days I'll be makin' a little trip to Frisco."
"Why don't you go out and make a strike in this district?" Mike Haggart wanted to know. "We surely need one."