"Nothing, nothing.

You struck anything ?" "Not a trace.

Guess we might as well be moving towards camp." They returned together, Cribbens telling the dentist of a group of antelope he had seen.
"We might lay off to-morrow, an' see if we can plug a couple of them fellers.

Antelope steak would go pretty well after beans an' bacon an' coffee week in an' week out." McTeague was answering, when Cribbens interrupted him with an exclamation of profound disgust.

"I thought we were the first to prospect along in here, an' now look at that.