“I wanted to speak with you about that. There’s some danger of our claims being jumped—not the Ground Hog, but those on which we have been doing only assessment work. Byers and I looked over yours. I don’t see how yours can be in any danger. You’ve done too much developing. But you can never be sure.”
“I’ve paid out nearly three hundred dollars for wages,” she said quickly.
“Yes, I know. Did you take receipts?”
“No, I didn’t. Ought I?”
“Better get ’em. What are your plans?”
“A dozen people have been around to ask me for leases. I hardly know what to do. What do you think?”
“The more men you get working there the better. You can’t afford to pay wages, so you’d better sign a lease. I wouldn’t give it to a single person, but to two or three in partnership. Tie ’em up tight. Have a good lawyer make the papers out, so that there isn’t anything left in doubt. Be sure you get the proper terms.”
“And good leasers,” she suggested.
“Yes, that’s important.”
“Will you go with me when we’re arranging the lease?” she asked, a little shyly.