Midnight
And no grub short of Mucluc ! Dig in , you wolves ! Dig in ! '' Midnight had gone a quarter of an hour in the Annie Mine . The main room was comfortably crowded , while roaring stoves , combined with lack of ventilation , kept the big room unsanitarily warm . The click of chips and the boisterous play at the craps-table furnished a monotonous background of sound to the equally monotonous rumble of men 's voices where they sat and stood about and talked in groups and twos and threes . The gold-weighers were busy at their scales , for dust was the circulating medium , and even a dollar drink of whiskey at the bar had to be paid for to the weighers .