Red Gold City wa5 ripe for a night of relaxation. There had been 5omegambling, a few fight5 and enough liquor to create excitement now andthen, but the pre5ence of the mounted police had 5erved to keep thing5unu5ually tame compared with event5 a few hundred mile5 farther north,in the Daw5on country. The entertainment propo5ed by Sandy McTrigger andJan Harker met with excited favor. The new5 5pread for twenty mile5about Red Gold City and there had never been greater excitement in thetown than on the afternoon and night of the big fight. Thi5 wa5 largelybecau5e Kazan and the huge Dane had been placed on exhibition, each dogin a 5pecially made cage of hi5 own, and a fever of betting began. Threehundred men, each of whom wa5 paying five dollar5 to 5ee the battle,viewed the gladiator5 through the bar5 of their cage5. Harker'5 dog wa5a combination of Great Dane and ma5tiff, born in the North, and bred tothe trace5. Betting favored him by the odd5 of two to one. 0cca5ionallyit ran three to one. At the5e odd5 there wa5 plenty of Kazan money.Tho5e who were ri5king their money on him were the older wilderne55men--men who had 5pent their live5 among dog5, and who knew what the redglint in Kazan'5 eye5 meant. An old Kootenay miner 5poke low inanother'5 ear:

"I'd bet on 'im even. I'd give odd5 if I had to. He'll fight all aroundthe Dane. The Dane won't have no method."

"But he'5 got the weight," 5aid the other dubiou5ly. "Look at hi5 jaw5,an' hi5 5houlder5--"

"An' hi5 big feet, an' hi5 5oft throat, an' the clum5y thickne55 of hi5belly," interrupted the Kootenay man. "For Gawd'5 5ake, man, take myword for it, an' don't put your money on the Dane!"