He was frying bacon when Cash came in, a hatful of broken rock riding in the hollow of his arm.
"Got something pretty good here, Bud--if she don't turn out like that dang Burro Lode ledge.

Look here.

Best looking quartz we've struck yet.
What do you think of it ?" He dumped the rock out on the oilcloth behind the sugar can and directly under the little square window through which the sun was pouring a lavish yellow flood of light before it dropped behind the peak.

Bud set the bacon back where it would not burn, and bent over the table to look.
"Gee, but it's heavy!" he cried, picking up a fragment the size of an egg, and balancing it in his hands.

"I don't know a lot about gold-bearing quartz, but she looks good to me, all right." "Yeah.