With a graceful little jump she landed on the desk in front of me, and looking me straight in the face she said:
“I want to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer me truthfully.”
“Is the Sure Thing Mining Company any good?”
“No,” said I, and she never flinched.
“Is Ketchum’s location of the Sure Thing claim a valid one?”
“That I cannot answer, for I don’t know,” said I.
“Do you think Mr. Bula of the Bachelor would know?” was her next question.
We both agreed that he ought to be excellent authority on locations in general, and especially good in this case, as theirs was an adjoining property.
“How, and when, can a claim be relocated?” she asked with a steady look in my face.
I asked her to wait a moment, and I called Mr. Vaughan. I go to him for everything that I fail to find in the dictionary.