"It's the fever out of the gold days, lady.
You start out chipping rocks to find the right color; maybe you never find the right color; maybe you never find a streak of pay stuff, but you keep on trying.

You're always just sort of around the corner from making a big strike." She nodded, smiling again, and the smiles changed her pleasantly, it seemed to Ronicky Doone.

At first she had impressed him almost as a man, with her cold, steady eyes, but now she was all woman, indeed.
"That's why I say that you'll come back.

You won't give up with one failure.

Am I right ?" He shrugged his shoulders.