Yet, within ten years, gold enough can be taken from the ground within a radius of twenty miles of here to buy the whole great city of New York at any sane valuation." "That purchase would require billions of dollars," broke in the practical Hazelton.
"But the wealth is here," insisted Senor Montez, still smiling.
"Truly, _caballeros_, as I have told you, this is the land of golden--" Again the Mexican paused, eloquently.
"The land of golden eggs ?" suggested Harry.
For an instant there was a flash in the Mexican's eyes.

Then the friendly smile reappeared.
"Of course, you jest, senor," he replied, pleasantly.
"Not at all, Senor Montez," Hazelton assured him.

"When gold is so plentiful that it can be picked up everywhere, there must be a goose at hand that lays golden eggs.

Eggs are among the most common things that we have.

When gold nuggets are as large and as abundant as eggs then we may properly call them golden eggs." Senor Montez, flipped away the cigar that he had finished, and reached for another.