Theodore Seixas Solomons

“ Bruce sped to the bottom of the hill in long strides, and swung into the trail at a trot.
A few men, back early after their noon grub, hung about the place waiting for the rest. As Bruce approached them, he did some hard thinking. He had agreed with Ticely upon a “front”—an attitude based on falsehood for the good of all. He must begin right now, and never swerve! If Joan had spoken, all was lost. They might escape the necessity of fighting for their lives, if the bench pay improved, but hatred, contempt, and dishonor would be their portion. ”

“ Bruce took his gun from Joan. “Hands up, Collins, and out of here when Miss Manners opens the door!” Slim Jim surlily obeyed.
One eye on Collins, the other on the work he was doing with his knife, Waring had Manners on his feet in a moment: and together they marched Collins to the door.
“In your room, Joan,” said Bruce briefly; “in case they shoot. Now, open the door, Collins.” ”

“ A full bucket of it,” came Bruce's voice from the depths of the shaft.
“Got it,” called Ticely, landing the heavy, slab-filled tub. “Sending down the hook for you. Come up and we'll pan it.”
Waring stepped out on the dump just as Ak Tuk came panting toward them.
“Men come back,” announced the Eskimo. “No find red canoe. Plenty mad. Then little skinny white man say: 'Red canoe! Me see Joan Manners put 'em rocks in red canoe four, five days ago.' Then all white men plenty, plenty mad! Go judge house, tie 'em up, throw 'em bed, maybe kill 'em. ”