"This here's been too easy," said Overland, as he sliced bacon for the
evening meal. "When things comes as easy as this, you want to watch out
for a change in the weather. We ain't through with the bunch yet."
The Easterner, making the evening fire, nodded. "How are we to get
provisions?" he asked.
"First, I was thinkin' of packin' 'em in from Gophertown, over yonder.
She's about thirty miles from here, across the alkali. 'T aint a regular
town, but they got grub. But if we got to comin' in regular, they'd
smell gold quicker than bees findin' orange-blossoms. They got my
number, likewise."
"How's that?"
"They know I been standin' out on the edge ever since I had a little
fuss with some folks over at Yuma, quite a spell ago."
"Won't you tell me about it?"
"Sure! They was three parties interested--me and another gent and a
hoss. I guess the hoss is still alive."
Winthrop laughed. "That's a pretty brief epic," he said.
"Uhuh. It was. But I reckon we got to hit the breeze out of here right
soon. Here, le' me take that fry-pan a minute. It's this way. Me and
you's located this claim. Now we go and file. But first we got to get
some dough. I got a scheme. I'm thinkin' of gettin' a dude
outfit--long-tailed coat and checker pants and a elevated lid with a
shine to it.
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