other, silence, mystery, possible adventure.

The roadway where she stood was a crush of sundry vehicles from
bicycles to dog-hauled water-carts, and on all sides men were
laboring busily, the echo of hammers mingling with the cries of
teamsters and the tinkle of music within the saloons.

"And this is midnight!" exclaimed Helen, breathlessly. "Do they
ever rest?"

"There isn't time--this is a gold stampede. You haven't caught the
spirit of it yet." They climbed the stairs in a huge, iron-sheeted
building to the office of Dunham

"Anybody else here besides you?" asked her escort of the lawyer.

"No. I'm runnin' the law business unassisted. Don't need any help.
Dunham's in Wash'n'ton, D. C., the lan' of the home, the free of
the brave. What can I do for you?"

He made to cross the threshold hospitably, but tripped, plunged
forward, and would have rolled down the stairs had not Glenister
gathered him up and borne him back into the office, where he
tossed him upon a bed in a rear room.

"Now what, Miss Chester?" asked the young man, returning.

"Isn't that dreadful?" she shuddered. "Oh, and I must see him to-
night!" She stamped impatiently. "I must see him alone."