"I won't sleep until I've seen our papers filed." "You'll file the claim in your own name, Jim," Tom suddenly suggested.
"No; I won't," retorted Ferrers.

"I'll play squarely." "That will be doing squarely by us, Jim," Tom continued.

"We don't want to use up our claim privileges on one stretch of Nevada dirt." If we can find claims enough we'll stake out three, and then pool them all together in a gentlemen's agreement." "That's a good deal of trust you're showing in me, gentlemen," said Jim huskily.
"Never mind, Jim," returned Reade quietly.

"You can show us, you know, that we didn't waste our confidence." While they were still talking the three came in sight of the ridge.
"Look there!" gasped Harry suddenly.
"Dolph Gage and his tin-horn crowd!" flared Jim Ferrers, in anger.
"Hang the fellow! This time I'll-----" "Stop fingering your rifle, Jim," ordered Reade.

"Remember, nothing like fighting! If they haven't filed notice in due form on the claim, we're safe yet.