“The mountain mother is in travail with it.”
“Are you sure that your comrades have not taken possession of the mountain mother?”
“As how?”
“By claiming its discovery under the mining laws, or by pre-emption?”
“They shall not.”
“But how will you, single-handed, fight the four; for I doubt not your scientific friend has a hand in it?”
“I will fight.”
“Yes, my Concho, but suppose I take the fight off your hands. Now, here's a proposition: I will get half a dozen Americanos to go in with you. You will have to get money to work the mine,—you will need funds. You shall share half with them. They will take the risk, raise the money, and protect you.”
“I see,” said Concho, nodding his head and winking his eyes rapidly. “Bueno!”
“I will return in ten minutes,” said the Doctor, taking his hat.