What makes you think so, anyway ?" Miss Georgie twirled a ring upon her middle finger for a moment before she looked up at him.
"Do you know anything about mining laws ?" she asked, and when he swung his head slightly to one side in a tacit negative, she went on: "You say there are eight jumpers.

Concerted action, that.Premeditated.My daddy was a lawyer," she threw in by way of explanation.

"I used to help him in the office a good deal.

When he--died, I didn't know enough to go on and be a lawyer myself, so I took to this." She waved her hand impatiently toward the telegraph instrument.
"So it's like this: Eight men can take placer claims--can hold them, you know--for one man.

That's the limit, a hundred and sixty acres.