copper country, Bud. Looks like we'd found us a
copper mine." He turned and walked on beside
Bud. "I dug into quite a rich streak of sand while
you was gone," he volunteered after a silence.
"Coarse gold, as high as fifteen cents a pan. I fig-
ure we better work that while the weather's good, and
run our tunnel in on this other when snow comes."

Bud turned his head and looked at Cash intently
for a minute. "I've been drunker'n a fool for three
days," he announced solemnly.

"Yeah. You look it," was Cash's dry retort,
while he stared straight ahead, up the steep, shadowed
trail.

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