So far his interest in mines had been centred on the stock.
"Oh, the same old swindle," said Mason, looking around the table, a grim smile on his face--"only in a different way." "Was it salted ?" called out a man from the lower end of the table.
"Yes," replied Mason; "not the mine, but the cord-wood.

The two poor prospectors had bored auger holes in each stick, stuffed 'em full of gold dust and plugged the openings.

It was the ashes that panned out $1,200 to the ton." Mason was roaring, as were one or two about him.

Portman looked grave, and so did Breen.

Nothing of that kind had ever soiled their hands; everything with them was open and above-board.