"The Senor Weelson is right," he said.

"You would do well, amigos, to heed his advice." "Just as Jack says," Dade concluded; and Jack amended that statement by saying it was just as Bill said.

If Bill knew of a lot or two and thought it would be a good investment, he could buy them in their names.
And Bill snorted at their absolute lack of business instinct and let the subject drop into the background with the remark that, for men that had come west with the gold fever, they surely did seem to care very little about the gold they came after.
"The fun of finding it is good enough," declared Jack, unashamed, "so long as we have all we need.

And when we need more than we've got, there's the mine; we can always find more.

Just now--" He waved his cigarette towards the darkening hills; and in the little silence that followed they heard the sweet, high tenor of a vaquero somewhere, singing plaintively a Spanish love-song.