"But why should anybody want to buy the mine ?" It brought Fairchild to the realization of a new development, and he brought forth the letter, once more to stare at it.
"Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money," came at last.

"It would pretty near pay us for coming out here, Harry." "That it would." "And what then ?" Mother Howard, still looking through uncolored glasses, took the letter and scanned it.

"You two ain't quitters, are you ?" "'Oo, us ?" Harry bristled.
"Yes, you.

If you are, get yourselves a piece of paper and write to Denver and take the offer.

If you ain't--keep on fighting." "I believe you 're right, Mother Howard." Fairchild had reached for the letter again and was staring at it as though for inspiration.