Why didn't you _tell us_-- ?" "What are you saying?
I don't--" "The well's phony.

Dry as a pretzel." "In what way?
I saw the oil--" "Never mind.

Lay off!" "I think I'm entitled to an explanation." "Well, then, it's salted!" "Impossible! I saw it pumping." "I'll say you did." Mallow chuckled.

"Live oil, too; right out of old Mamma Earth.

Cheap lease at seventy-five thousand, eh?
It's like this: the pipe line of the Atlantic runs across Jackson's lease, and one dark and stormy night he tapped it.