I can damn near smell the oranges a-ripenin'." "Certainly," Corliss agreed.

"But better still, I'll run on down to Dawson, and you can come in when you've finished hunching." "Say!" Del objected.

"I said it was a hunch; and I want to ring you in on it, savve?
You're all right, and you've learned a hell of a lot out of books.

You're a regular high-roller when it comes to the laboratory, and all that; but it takes yours truly to get down and read the face of nature without spectacles.

Now I've got a theory--" Corliss threw up his hands in affected dismay, and the pocket-miner began to grow angry.
"That's right! Laugh! But it's built right up on your own pet theory of erosion and changed riverbeds.