Sometimes he was rash and impulsive, and sometimes strangely patient, but he seldom forgot an injury.
It was obvious that he had been cheated and in the meantime could get no satisfaction for the wrong he had been done.

What he knew about the silver ore was worth something while he alone had the secret, but now he had told somebody else its value had disappeared.

It was, however, a comfort to reflect that he had not been altogether frank with Stormont; he had kept something back that would be a useful guide when one looked for the creek.

His recollection of this was hazy, but he would think about it later.
On the whole, Drummond thought Stormont had not found the ore.

A hint of anger in his ironical amusement implied that he had come back disappointed; and if he imagined he had got on the right track, he would, no doubt, have been willing to pay another fifty dollars.