"You walk this one again—mebbe I made a mistake."
Buck returned, crashing through the brush.
"I make it seventeen hundred."
The claim above figured likewise, and they trembled with elation as they blazed their lines.
Returning to camp, they found the recorder in the cabin with the scurvy patients. Unfolding the location notices, his face went black as he read, while he snarled, angrily:
"'Fraction between Three and Four' and 'Fraction between Four and Five,' eh? You're crazy."
"I reckon not," said Crowley, lifting his lips at the corners characteristically.
"There ain't any fraction there," the other averred, loudly. "We own them claims. I told you we had everything covered."
"You record them fractions!"
"I won't do it! I'll see you in—"