"Let's get at this thing right end to.

First, what are you doing here ?" The man across the line did not put down his rifle, except that he let the butt of it drop slightly away from his shoulder so that the sights were in alignment with an irrigating shovel thrust upright into the ground ten feet to one side of the group.

His manner lost little of its watchfulness, and his voice was surly with defiance when he spoke.

But Good Indian, regarding him suspiciously through half-closed lids, would have sworn that a look of intelligence flashed between those two.

There was nothing more than a quiver of his nostrils to betray him as he moved over beside Evadna--for the pure pleasure of being near her, one would think; in reality, while the pleasure was there, that he might see both Baumberger's face and Stanley's without turning more than his eyes.
"All there is to it," Stanley began blustering, "you see before yuh.
I've located twenty acres here as a placer claim.