The Spoilers

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THE SPOILERS
By REX BEACH
Author of "THE AUCTION BLOCK" "RAINBOW'S END" "THE
IRON TRAIL" Etc.
Illustrated

THIS BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
THE ENCOUNTER

II. THE STOWAWAY
III. IN WHICH GLENISTER ERRS
IV. THE KILLING
V. WHEREIN A MAN APPEARS
VI. AND A MINE IS JUMPED
VII. THE "BRONCO KID'S" EAVESDROPPING
VIII. DEXTRY MAKES A CALL
IX. SLUICE ROBBERS
X. THE WIT OF AN ADVENTURESS
XI. WHEREIN A WRIT AND A RIOT FAIL
XII. COUNTERPLOTS
XIII. IN WHICH A MAN IS POSSESSED OF A DEVIL
XIV. A MIDNIGHT MESSENGER
XV. VIGILANTES
XVI. IN WHICH THE TRUTH BEGINS TO BARE ITSELF
XVII. THE DRIP OF WATER IN THE DARK
XVIII. WHEREIN A TRAP IS BAITED
XIX. DYNAMITE
XX. IN WHICH THREE GO TO THE SIGN OF THE SLED AND
BUT TWO RETURN
XXI. THE HAMMER-LOCK

XXII. THE PROMISE OF DREAMS
CHAPTER I
THE ENCOUNTER
Glenister gazed out over the harbor, agleam with the lights of anchored
ships, then up at the crenelated mountains, black against the sky. He
drank the cool air burdened with its taints of the sea, while the blood of
his boyhood leaped within him.
"Oh, it's fine--fine," he murmured, "and this is my country--my country,
after all, Dex. It's in my veins, this hunger for the North. I grow. I
expand."
"Careful you don't bust," warned Dextry. "I've seen men get plumb
drunk on mountain air. Don't expand too strong in one spot." He went
back abruptly to his pipe, its villanous fumes promptly averting any
danger of the air's too tonic quality.
"Gad! What a smudge!" sniffed the younger man. "You ought to be in
quarantine."
"I'd ruther smell like a man than talk like a kid. You desecrate the hour
of meditation with rhapsodies on nature when your aesthetics ain't
honed up to the beauties of good tobacco."
The other laughed, inflating his deep chest. In the gloom he stretched
his muscles restlessly, as though an excess of vigor filled him.
They were lounging upon the dock, while before them lay the Santa
Maria ready for her midnight sailing. Behind slept Unalaska, quaint,
antique, and Russian, rusting amid the fogs of Bering Sea. Where, a
week before, mild-eyed natives had dried their cod among the old
bronze cannon, now a frenzied horde of gold-seekers paused in their
rush to the new El Dorado. They had come like a locust cloud,
thousands strong, settling on the edge of the Smoky Sea, waiting the
going of the ice that barred them from their Golden Fleece--from Nome

the new, where men found fortune in a night.
The mossy hills back of the village were ridged with graves of those
who had died on the out-trip the fall before, when a plague had gripped
the land--but what of that? Gold glittered in the sands, so said the
survivors; therefore men came in armies. Glenister and Dextry had left
Nome the autumn previous, the young man raving with fever. Now
they returned to their own land.
"This air whets every animal instinct in me," Glenister broke out again.
"Away from the cities I turn savage. I feel the old primitive
passions--the fret for fighting."
"Mebbe you'll have a chance."
"How so?"
"Well, it's this way. I met Mexico Mullins this mornin'. You mind old
Mexico, don't you? The feller that relocated Discovery Claim on Anvil
Creek last summer?"
"You don't mean that 'tin-horn' the boys were going to lynch