"Any people?"
"Not a soul. The country is open to the first comers. It's a fine-looking country, too: we seen quartz indications everywhere. I reckon this speaks for itself." Thorn significantly held up his ore samples. "We've made our locations. You fellows is welcome to the rest. First come, first served."
There was an eager scramble for the specimens on the part of those nearest the speaker. After a moment Murray asked them:
"Did you fellows ever see any rock like that?"
One of his workmen answered:
"_I_ have."
"Where?"
"In the Jumbo, at Goldfield. I 'high-graded' there in the early days."
There was a laugh at this. Thorn flushed angrily. "Well," he rejoined, "we've got the same formation over there in the White River. It's just like Goldfield. It'll be the same kind of a camp, too, when the news gets out."
O'Neil broke in smoothly, to say: