Mining's always got its risky side, even cutting out sickness, which we've had a big sample of right this winter.
Well, the kid oughta have some security in case anything did happen.
Now--" Bud looked thoughtfully down at the fuzzy yellow head that did not come much above his knee.
"Well, how yuh going to do anything like that without giving it away that we've got him?
Besides, what name'd we give him in the company?
No, sir, Cash, he gets what I've got, and I'll smash any damn man that tries to get it away from him.

But we can't get out any legal papers--" "Yeah.

But we can make our wills, can't we?
And I don't know where you get the idea, Bud, that you've got the whole say about him.
We're pardners, ain't we?
Share and share alike.

Mines, mules, grub--kids--equal shares goes." "That's where you're dead wrong.

Mines and mules and grub is all right, but when it comes to this old Lovin Man, why--who was it found him, for gosh sake ?" "Aw, git out!" Cash growled.