Saunders raised himself on one elbow and gazed at them reflectively before he turned to Devine, who was sitting near him.
They had been hard at work on the mineral claims of the Grenfell Consolidated for the last few days.
"This camping in the woods would be quite nice if one could prowl round with the rifle instead of pounding the drill," he said, and then paused to glance ruefully at one of his battered hands.

"Anyway, I don't know that I shouldn't just as soon do that as to hold it." "Sorry," said Devine.

"Still, you've done some shooting.

We brought up a box of cartridges and now we haven't one.

What you want is a single-shot rifle, or a deer that will stand still." Saunders turned and pointed to the dismembered carcass that hung from a fir branch close at hand.
"I got that one on the run, and there was a time when I'd have had one for every ca'tridge, instead of plugging Marlin bullets into trees.