Out in Nevada, as it happens, we two and a friend of ours own a mine that seemed almost worthless.

Almost by accident we discovered that we were working the mine just a little off from the real vein.

Now, we didn't find that _El Sombrero_ was being worked off the vein.
What we did find was in that big strip of forest over to the east of _El Sombrero_--" Tom turned, for an instant, to point to the forest that he meant.
"You will remember, Mr.Haynes, that we had Don Luis include that forest tract in the title of the _El Sombrero_ purchase.

That forest is really a jungle.

One has the greatest time forcing his way through it.