High on the next shadowy range, thirty miles away, a dozen scattered campfires glowed across the dawn.
"What the Billy-hell ?" he said, startled.
"Stan-ley!" "I will say wallop! I won't be a lady if I can't say wallop!" quoth Stan rebelliously.

"What's doing over at the Gavilan?
There's never been three men at once in those fiend-forsaken pinnacles before.

Hey! S'pose they've struck it rich, like we did ?" "I'm afraid not," sighed Pete.

"You toddle along and wash um's paddies.
She's most ripe." With a green-wood poker he lifted the lid from the bake-oven.

The biscuit were not browned to his taste; he dumped the blackening coals from the lid and slid it into the glowing heart of the fire; he raked out a new bed of coals and lifted the little three-legged bake-oven over them; with his poker he skillfully flirted fresh coals on the rimmed lid and put it back on the oven.