And so it was, standing in front of a tent which bore the sign, "W. N. Byers. The Rocky Mountain News," and nearby was a stake and a sign: "Central City."
They shook hands with the wheel-barrow man.
"What's this?" demanded Harry. "A town?"
"Yes, sir! Mr. Byers has named it. It's the best location. Right in the middle of the Gulch."
"Is he going to stay here?"
"Nope; but he's pushing things along. What's happened to you boys? You look as if you'd been prospecting."
"We have," laughed Harry. "Haven't you?"
"Yes, a little." And he suddenly called: "Hello, John. What's the matter down there?"
"They've got wind of another strike," answered the man, striding on. He was a black-bearded man, and seemed very busy.
"That's John Gregory himself," explained the wheel-barrow man. "The original boomer of this gulch. But watch the people pile out, will you!"