My ten, or any part of it, says his electric wiggle stick will point to the one with the oil.

What do you say to that?
Here's a chance for a quick clean-up.

Who cares to take me on ?" From the edge of the crowd Gray watched the effect of this offer.
Divining rods, he well knew, were as old as the oil industry, but he was surprised to see that fully half of this audience appeared to put faith in the claim, and the other half were not entirely skeptical.

A man at his side began reciting an experience of his own.
McWade now introduced the miracle worker himself, and Gray rose on tiptoe to see him.

A moment, then he smiled widely, for the eminent scientist was none other than Mr.Mallow--Mallow, a bit pallid and pasty, as if from confinement, and with eyes hidden behind dark goggles.