"Durant? Who th' hell's Durant?"
"Your partner, Lucky. Durant is his outside name."
"You don't say! Oh, Lucky, he ain't no good no more. Lucky's off his nut. Went stark, ravin' mad the day his gal came inter camp. I've shuk Lucky."
"More fool you. He's found a mine!"
"I dessay. As usual, a pocket, or a pot of gold eagles at th' fut of a rainbow."
"Not a bit of it. A bona-fide mine. What d'you make of these samples?"
Through his prospector's glass, Blenksoe examined the small clods of earth Raish held out to him, then uttered the profanest expletive at his command.
"Free gold, assayin' sixty ter th' ton!"
"You'd better believe it is!" The Dandy pocketed the samples which Blenksoe was eyeing hungrily.
"Say, I'd like a sample ter test. Oh, well, as you say! How'd you come by 'em?"