Men who live in a country are the last to see the possibilities lying all around them, Casey said.

It was true; he had seen it work out even in himself.

Hadn't he driven stage in Cripple Creek country and carried out gold by the hundred-thousand,--gold that might have been his had he not been content to drive stage?
Hadn't he lived in gold country all his life, almost, and didn't he know mineral formations as well as many a school--trained expert?
But even dreams of gold fluctuate and grow vague before the small interests of everyday living.

Casey hadn't the money just then to quit his job of stage driving and go Indian stalking.

It would take money,--a few hundred at least.