"I thought I would ride up and see what was going on," Faith explained.
"We're doing a little development work."
"Oh," Faith said, and hesitated for an instant. "But—but this is my land."
"Your land!" Garland and Poole were plainly surprised. They exchanged glances. In them was quick suspicion, unspoken question, speculation.
"Where would your line run?" Garland asked.
But Faith could not tell him. Godfrey French had indicated in general terms where her boundaries lay, but she had never followed them. She could only repeat her conviction. Again the men exchanged glances.
"I'm afraid you'll have to see Braden about that," Garland told her. "This is his property—or he thinks it is. We're working for him."
"But what are you working at? What are you doing?"
"We're opening up a prospect—what's going to be a mine."
"A mine! What kind of a mine?"