That name won't mean nothin' to 'em.

Let 'em come." His eyes turned toward the hidden richness and dwelt there, studying the tracks, big and little, that led up to it, and deciding that tracks do not necessarily mean a gold mine, and that it would be better to leave them as they were and not attempt to cover them.
"You just say it's your claim, if they come snoopin' around here.

I'm supposed to be workin' for yuh," he said abruptly, giving her one of his quick, steady glances.
"They can go and read the location notice," the Little Woman pointed out.
Casey did not make any reply to that, but picked up his shovel and went to work again, mucking out the dirt and broken rocks which the dynamite had loosened in the cut.
"She's a bird, ain't she ?" he grinned over his shoulder, his mind reverting to Lucy Lily.

"Did she have on her war paint ?" "She will have, when she sees you," the Little Woman retorted, watching the farther rim of the canyon.

Then she remembered Babe and called to her.
That youngster was always prospecting around on her own initiative, and she answered shrilly now from up the canyon.