“No; we struck it poor,” said Grant, with a smile. “We found ourselves headed for the poorhouse, so we switched off.”
“I was at Howe’s Gulch myself a year ago.”
“Did you have luck?”
“Not much. I paid expenses.”
“Are you mining now?”
“No; I’m farming. I live just out of the village—me and Mrs. Crambo, and a boy that’s working for us.”
“How far from here?”
“About a mile.”
“How would you like a couple of boarders?”
“Are you going to stay ’round here?“