“What is their game?”
“I heard that they watch for a chance ter cross ther Death Valley, and pick up nuggets, but I reckon there’s sumthin’ else keeps ’em busy thar.”
The old trapper winked significantly.
“Eh?” said Frank, failing to understand.
“Don’t ye embrace the idee?”
“No.”
“It means that they’re in the reproducin’ business, that is ther mannyfacter of bad coin.”
Frank gave a gasping cry.
“Counterfeiting?”
“Yes.”