I'm a miner and prospector, and I'm outfitting for a trip for another party, looking up an old location that showed good prospects ten years ago.

Man died, and his wife's trying to get the claim relocated.

Get you a plate outa that furtherest kyack, and a cup.
Bannock looks about done, so we'll eat." That night Bud shared Cash Markham's blankets, and in the morning he cooked the breakfast while Cash Markham rounded up the burros and horses.

In that freemasonry of the wilderness they dispensed with credentials, save those each man carried in his face and in his manner.
And if you stop to think of it, such credentials are not easily forged, for nature writes them down, and nature is a truth-loving old dame who will never lead you far astray if only she is left alone to do her work in peace.
It transpired, in the course of the forenoon's travel, that Cash Markham would like to have a partner, if he could find a man that suited.

One guessed that he was fastidious in the matter of choosing his companions, in spite of the easy way in which he had accepted Bud.