Eye-witnesses of that great encounter will tell the story of the last hole to their dying day.
Finally, when Archibald's twenty-first stroke sent the ball trickling into the hole, Gossett had played his thirtieth.
The ball had hardly rested on the bottom of the hole before Gossett had begun to tear the telegrams from their envelopes.
He knew that Gossett would win the necessary ten holes off the reel.
His sorrows were not alleviated by the fact that Gossett won the fifth and sixth holes.
But when he won two more holes, bringing the score to like-as-we-lie, it flamed up within him like a beacon.
The bight of the pack-rope under the dead man's shoulders enabled him to heave the body out of the hole. Then he set to work gathering up his gold.
He dragged the body to the edge of the hole and toppled it in.
With pick and shovel he filled the hole. Then he loaded the gold on his horse.
His lines of crosscutting holes were growing very short.
The first cross-cut the man made, there was space for only three holes, so narrow had become the pay-streak and so close was he to the fountainhead of the golden stream he had been following for four days.
When I began to cut holes
for sounding there were three or four inches of water on the ice under a deep snow which had sunk it thus far; but the water began immediately to run into these holes
, and continued to run for two days in deep streams, which wore away the ice on every side, and contributed essentially, if not mainly, to dry the surface of the pond; for, as the water ran in, it raised and floated the ice.