MOOSEHIDE CHARLIEIn Seattle, Ken and Bill were fortunate in making the acquaintance of one Moosehide Charlie, a former resident of Fortymile, who had been among the first to stampede upriver the previous autumn and stake on Bonanza, where the squaw man Carmack had made his strike in August. It was a chance meeting, one of those coincidences that are forever throwing people together, for their ultimate good or evil. Having registered at the hotel, the two cousins were plying the clerk with questions as to ways and means for reaching the Yukon country. The clerk answered readily and to the best of his ability, but his information proved meager and vague. Suddenly his glance fixed on a roughly dressed man seated in a big leather chair and apparently absorbed in watching the street traffic thr
