There are colors, of course.

All this country practically can show colors, but pay dirt?
No!" "Look out," she advised him slowly, "that pay dirt doesn't grow over night! Sabe ?" Good Indian's eyes spoke admiration of her shrewdness.
"I must be getting stupid, not to have thought of that," he said.
"Can't give me credit for being 'heap smart' ?" she bantered.

"Can't even let me believe I thought of something beyond the ken of the average person?
Not," she amended ironically, "that I consider YOU an average person! Would you mind"-- she became suddenly matter of fact--"waiting here while I go and rummage for a book I want?
I'm almost sure I have one on mining laws.

Daddy had a good deal of that in his business, being in a mining country.

We've got to know just where we stand, it seems to me, because Baumberger's going to use the laws himself, and it's with the law we've got to fight him." She had to go first and put a stop to the hysterical chattering of the sounder by answering the summons.