"I'll haul it over anyway. Then you can use what you want of it and pay me for it in the fall. How is that?"
"Well," Dad laughed, "since yuh put it thataway. And I'll sure settle for it in the fall."
"Much obliged," said Lucky Jim. "I'll be over with that junk tomorrow night."
He lifted the latch and departed.
"Wonders will never cease!" declared Lucky Jim as he returned over town. "To think that his Easy Money should be my Gold Tender, the bar I staked last July!"
He strode into the Arctic Trading Company's store. From beneath his parka he withdrew a gold watch to which was attached a heavy nugget chain. He detached the timekeeper and threw the chain in the gold scales.
"See how much you make that," he asked Ned Griffin.
The latter balanced the chain with weights.
"Fourteen ounces two pennyweights," he made answer.
Jim spent nearly all of it on provisions, all of which he took to his own shack first to allay any suspicions Dad might have had.