"That's so. But if Braden is putting something over and we can get onto it, we could make him come through. This thing is going to be worth having a share in."
"How are we going to get onto it?"
"I don't know," Garland admitted, "but you never can tell what will turn up."
"Suppose young Mackay comes horning in here. He'd come on the prod."
"This bunch can handle him," Garland said with confidence. "That big Swede that's using the hammer is a bad actor. I'll give him a pointer about Mackay."
CHAPTER XXXIV
A NEW COMPLICATION
Faith rode homeward at an unwonted pace. She had always regarded that mountain, supposed to be worthless, as part of her property. Godfrey French, she now remembered more clearly, had once indicated it as within her boundaries. Now that it was valuable, it appeared that Braden claimed it. It might be true, but it was strange.
Her husband met her as she clattered up to the corrals. It was his habit to lift her from the saddle. For a moment he held her above his head as if she had been a child, kissed her and set her on her feet gently. His eyes went to the pony's sweating coat.