I don't take no more stock in that cock-and-bull story about the lost Mexican mine.

I don't catch on to that Sunday-school yarn about the pious, scientific sharp who collected leaves and vegetables all over the Divide, all the while he scientifically knew that the range was solid silver, only he wouldn't soil his fingers with God-forsaken lucre.

I ain't saying anything agin that fine-spun theory that Key believes in about volcanic upheavals that set up on end argentiferous rock, but I simply say that I don't see it--with the naked eye.

And I reckon it's about time, boys, as the game's up, that we handed in our checks, and left the board." There was another silence around the fire, another whirl and turmoil without.

There was no attempt to combat the opinions of their leader; possibly the same sense of disappointed hopes was felt by all, only they preferred to let the man of greater experience voice it.