You want help." "The man who looks for that ore will want my help," Drummond rejoined.
"Well, it's my business to speculate in mines, and I'm generally willing to pay for a useful tip.

But it's got to be useful.

I don't like to be stung, and the woods are full of dead-beat prospectors ready to put you wise about rich pay-dirt for a dollar or two." "My tip's all right," Drummond declared in a defiant tone.

"I'll show you! When the old man was at Longue Sault he had a clerk called Strange, and sent him off somewhere one day with a sledge and dogs.

Strange came back with a bagful of mineral specimens, and said he'd struck it rich, but the old man knew nothing about mining and didn't want any prospectors mussing up things round there.