CHAPTER IV.
Stanley Mitchell looked hard at the long black mark; he looked out along the south to the low line of the Gavilan Hills; he looked at the red arc of sun peering suddenly over the Comobabi Range.
"Well--and so forth!" he said.

"Here is a burn from the branding! And what are we going to do now ?" "Wash the dishes.

You do it." "You are a light-minded and frivolous old man," said Stan.

"What are we going to do about our mine ?" "I've done told you.

We--per you--are due to wash up the dishes.