There are thousands of acres of this kind of land lying around loose from here to the Cumberland Valley.

It may get better as you go down--only an assay can tell about that--but I don't think it will.

To begin sinking shafts might mean sinking one or a dozen; and there's nothing so expensive.

I am sorry, Jack, but wipe it out.

Some bright scoundrel might sell stock on it, but they'll never melt any of it up into stove plate." "All right, sir," Jack said at last, with a light laugh.