And more and more the taste for the larger game urged in Daylight's mouth.

Here he was already locked in grapples with the great Guggenhammers, and winning, fiercely winning.

Possibly the severest struggle was waged on Ophir, the veriest of moose-pastures, whose low-grade dirt was valuable only because of its vastness.

The ownership of a block of seven claims in the heart of it gave Daylight his grip and they could not come to terms.

The Guggenhammer experts concluded that it was too big for him to handle, and when they gave him an ultimatum to that effect he accepted and bought them out.
The plan was his own, but he sent down to the States for competent engineers to carry it out.