Theodore Seixas Solomons

“ It was a case of obtaining twenty thousand dollars within six months or—an ugly-looking failure that would bow Cecelia Ticely's head!
Ticely wondered at that telegram—and admired it. It gave him every fact he needed to know. The country was untouched, unprospected. No one could say, “Oh, I know that eight-cent dirt over there. That's all there is, and, at that, it's spotted as a leopard!” If Waring had seen no white man in a year, the find, such as it was, was safe. ”

“ Not a soul, outside of his own office, knew that Frederick Ransom Ticely had exchanged serge for Mackinaw, tan shoes for moosehide moccasins, and was off in mid-winter for the frozen North.
At Valdez, by a ruse, he beat the others ashore and procured the best dog team available. On the trail he hardened gradually, and, while December was still young, he arrived at Nulato, with his seven Malemutes waving their tail plumes over their backs—than which there is no better certificate of exemplary dogmanship.
“This the man?” ”

“ Recollection of the fevered days of his old Klondike exploits flooded his brain. He was thirty-five, healthy, and—if he had just made the blunder of his life—an engine of dynamic energy and resource. He called his house, and Cecelia answered. ”

“ Between the two shafts he put down another hole, which showed about the same prospects. This was not “pay,” in so far a country as the Koyukuk, but the creek was decidedly worth careful prospecting, and the obvious thing to do was to communicate with Ticely and get this advice and instructions.
His “partner” had, of course, given him a cipher code. You could trust Ticely for that! So Bruce made up a telegram, wrote a letter, and inclosed both with a note to the trading-post manager at Nutalo, on the Yukon. ”