“And you have done that?”
“I have. Or I’m practically certain I have. At any rate, I know that I have discovered the ditches made by the Spaniards three hundred years ago. If there was gold there in those days there is apt to be gold there now. Only it isn’t on the surface any longer. They cleaned up as far as the surface is concerned, so I have to sink shafts and dig tunnels.”
“I see. It isn’t so simple as it used to be.”
“It is, practically, if you have any knowledge of mining.”
“Well, what’s your trouble?” asked Kirk. “Why did you come back? Why aren’t you out there grabbing it with both hands and getting yourself into shape to be a walking gold-mine to your friends? I don’t like to see this idle spirit in you, Hank.”
Hank smoked long and thoughtfully.
“Kirk,” he said suddenly.
“Well?”
Hank shook his head.
“No, it’s no good.”