Harper and Ladue's behind it, and Carmack's the stool-pigeon.

Whoever heard of mining a moose-pasture half a mile between rim-rock and God alone knows how far to bed-rock!" Daylight nodded sympathetically, and considered for a space.
"Did you-all pan any ?" he asked finally.
"Pan hell!" was the indignant answer.

"Think I was born yesterday! Only a chechaquo'd fool around that pasture long enough to fill a pan of dirt.

You don't catch me at any such foolishness.

One look was enough for me.