"Lucky?" Bill scratched his head under his ragged slouch-hat. "Say, I located more claims than any man what ever came out here! I been a civil engineer."
The table was not a sufficient throne for Bill, so he slipped down from it and went close to Harper, peering up at him.
"You ought to be a rich man, Mr. Jones!"
"Always cheated out of my share." Bill shook his head sadly. "Crooked partners was the reason."
"Couldn't you do anything to them?"
"I shot some, put all the others in the penitentiary—all but one."
"What happened to him?"
"He died before I got him."
"Died of fright, perhaps?"
"I guess so."