The Man from Bar-20
"I refuse to accept th' responsibility," laughed Johnny.
"Well, he had some waggin varnish last year, an' for a long time we was puzzled to know what he did with it. One day, somebody said his whiskey tasted like a pine knot: an' then we knew th' answer."
"You both can go to th' devil," grinned Pop.
"Aimin' to make a long stay with us, Mr. Nelson?" asked Quigley.
"That all depends on how soon I gets all th' gold out of this country."
"Ah! Prospecting?"
"Startin' tomorrow, I am: if this varnish don't kill me."
"There ain't never been none found around here, 'though I never could understand why. There was a couple of prospectors here some years ago, an' they worked harder for nothin' than anybody I ever saw. They covered th' ground purty well, but they was broke about th' time they started south of town, an' had to clear out. They claimed there was pay dirt down there, but they couldn't get a grub-stake on th' strength of that, so they just had to quit."
"That's where it is if it's any place," said Pop hurriedly. "Th' river's workin' day an' night, pilin' it ag'in them rock ledges above th' ford; an' it's been doin' it since th' world began."
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