Here's one.' He patted his broad chest with his open palm.

'I'm a rough Bushy and there's not a frill about me, but I'm bed-rock if you come to Reality.

I'm a lode you've never struck in your life before.

There's payable gold here, if you choose to work me.' She laughed nervously, considering him.
'Mr McKeith, I'm sure that you're a perfect Mount Morgan, and you certainly have a most original way of putting things.

Do you happen to own a gold mine, by the way ?' He drew in his breath slowly, as if he were considering the check, then he took her cue.
'Oh, well! I have pegged out a good many claims in my time and never got much more than my tucker out of any of them--though there was a show I came on once up the Gulf way that I've always been a bit sorry I didn't stop and look into.