Mining journals and a prospector's manual lay upon a box table at the foot of the bunk.

For the rest, the cabin looked exactly what it was--the orderly home of a man quite accustomed to primitive living far off from his fellows.
They had a very satisfactory breakfast cooked by Mack Nolan from his own supplies and eaten in a leisurely manner while Nolan talked of primary formations and secondary, and of mineral intrusions and breaks.
Casey listened and learned a few things he had not known, for all his years of prospecting.

Mack Nolan, he decided, could pass anywhere as a mining expert.
"And now," said Nolan briskly, when he had hung up the dishpan and draped the dishcloth over it to dry, "I'll show you the bottling works.
We'll have to do the work by lantern-light.

There's not one chance in fifty that any one would show up here--but you never can tell.

We could get the stuff out of sight easily enough while the car was coming up the gulch.