CHAPTER IV

THE LAUGH OF MR. JAMES HAMILTON Three men, the last to leave their claims after the day’s work, climbed up the gorge in the heavy twilight. The Englishman and his partner were a little in front, Mr. James Hamilton brought up the rear. At the parting of the ways they were separating, as usual, without a word, when the Englishman looked back over his shoulder. “No cards to-night, you chaps—not at my shanty, anyhow!” he said briefly. “Do you hear, Jim?” “Yes, I hear!” Mr. Hamilton repeated surlily. “You want me to sit…