to git out. Hills is full of old fellers like him.
They live off to the'rselves, and peck around and git
a pocket now and then that keeps 'm in grub and
tobacco. If you want to use the cabin, I guess no-
body's goin' to care. Nelson never had any folks,
that anybody knows of. Nobody ever bothered
about takin' up the claim after he cashed in, either.
Didn't seem worth nothin' much. Went back to
the gov'ment."

"Trapped, you say. Any game around there
now?"

"Oh, shore! Game everywhere in these hills,
from weasels up to bear and mountain lion. If you
want to trap, that's as good a place as any, I guess."
So Cash and Bud sold the burros and bought traps
and more supplies, and two window sashes and a
crosscut saw and some wedges and a double-bitted
axe, and settled down in Nelson Flat to find what
old Dame Fortune had tucked away in this little
side pocket and forgotten.

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