It might as well be north or west.

And you don't know this desert country.

It's simply hell! To go out there hunting for anything you happen to find--that's plenty bad enough.

But to go out at random, hunting for one particular ledge of rock, when you don't know where it is or what it looks like--that is not to be thought of.

Too much like dipping up the Atlantic Ocean with a fountain pen to suit me!" "Then, by your own showing," rejoined Mitchell triumphantly, "I am not only entitled to a share of the mine, but I am fairly deserving of the biggest share.