But if you'd grubstake me for a year, instead of settin' up this here garage at Patmos, I'd feel like I had a better chance of makin' us both a piece uh money.

There's a lost gold mine I been wantin' fer years to get out and look for.

I believe I know now about where to hit for.

It ain't lost, exactly.

There's an old Injun been in the habit of packin' in high grade in a lard bucket, and nobody's been able to trail him and git back to tell about it.