Matt Davis and Sandy Benham had been working a claim all winter in the Lost River district. It had turned out to be nothing but a grub stake digging, and the combination of bad luck and bitter weather had kept them confined to the cabin day after day which had made Davis bitter and resentful. Another blizzard was raging outside, and the two men had just finished their midday meal, when Sandy rose from the table and strolled over to his bunk to read the Almanac...