Then you come back in rags with a bagful of specimens that prove to be of no use at all; and you go to work again." "You have done that often ?" "Three or four times." "Then," asked Ida, "isn't it foolish to go back again ?" Weston looked at her a moment hesitatingly, and then made a little gesture of deprecation.
"It sounds absurd, of course, but I have a fancy that if I keep it up long enough I shall strike gold.

You see I'm a water-finder, anyway." "A water-finder ?" Weston nodded.
"It's an old English idea.

Water evidently used to be scarcer there, and even now there are places where good wells aren't plentiful.

You go along with a hazel twig, and it dips when you cross water running underground.

That is, if you have the gift in you.