"Well, suppose we wait until we have talked to him.

I guess you know this silver-lode is getting hold of me." "I wonder why!" Scott laughed.

"You understand machines and rocks; to some extent I understand men.

Anyhow, I find them interesting, and perhaps other people's firm belief in the lode influences me." By and by Drummond came back and Scott studied him as he advanced.

He saw the lad had a strain of Indian blood, and he knew something about the half-breeds' character.