'What kind of talk is this?
You caught that off o' Thorpe, over on the Malibu--you been had! Talk United States! Do you mean I've been bunked ?' I spoke up sharp; but I was feelin' pretty sick, for I just remembered that we didn't register that sample when we mailed it to the assayer.
"'Your nugget's been seen, and sawed, and smeltered.

Got that?
As part of the skulduggery they been slippin' to young Stan, your package has been opened,' says Petey, leerin' at me.

'Great Scott! Then they know we got just about the richest mine in Arizona!' I says, with my teeth chatterin' so that I stammers.

'Gosh, no! Else the coyotes would be pickin' your bones,' says Pete.

'They know you've got some rich ore, but they figure it to be some narrow, pinchin', piddlin' little vein somewheres.