"Brown saw the entry at the Land Office, and the agent plainly told him nothing could be done." "Well, we won't just lie down yet, boy," said Jack.

"Come along--or--well, perhaps I'd better go alone.

You saddle my horse." In half an hour French appeared clean shaven, dressed in his "civilization clothes," and looking his old self again.
"You're fine, Jack," said Kalman in admiration.

"We have got each other yet." "Yes, boy," said Jack, gripping his hand, "and that is the best.
But we'll get the mine, too, or I'm a Dutchman." All the old, easy, lazy air was gone.

In every line of his handsome face, in every movement of his body, there showed vigour and determination.