"It's tarnation vague," he said at length: "`Forkt pine, Red Peak, blarsted tree, and the creek where half-buried rock.' Why, there's parks of forked pines, and as for the blasted tree it's like enough to be some stem against which one o' them chaps was squelched by his mule, and known only to them. And the creek's just chock full of half-buried rocks." "Ha, ha, ha! Bill, my boy, I've located them all--all but the half-buried rock, that is. The tree's a scathed pine all right, close to where the two fellows were scalped. I was just going to locate the creek part of the business, when that unhung skulker `jumped' me. You may just bet your bottom dollar we'll light upon something rich." "Well, well, I'll see you through it," said the other in a tone as if he began to think there might be something in it. "But seems to me we shan't be much the better for a lot of gold even if we find it. You're bent on a rush to Great Britain, Vipan, I can see that. Well, my boy, if we light on a find, you can take the bigger half, and go and pay off old scores with the party that's tricked you. I've not much use for the stuff, I reckon." "Bill, old friend, you're an extraordinary production of your day and species--a thoroughly unselfish specimen of humanity to wit. Now, do you think it in the least likely that I should agree to any such arrangement? No, no; share and share alike is the motto between partners. If we make a good thing of it we'll take our jaunt together." "'M, p'raps. Cities don't like me, and I don't like cities. If it were otherwise I should be jingling my tens of thousands of dollars to-day, instead of owning nought but a good rifle, a good horse, and a _cache_ full of pelts. There's mighty mean tricks done in cities, and those done in a lawyer's office ain't the least mean. My old dad was in that line, and though a good chap in other ways, I saw queer things done in that office of his. I couldn't stand it, and I couldn't stand the life, so I kicked over the stool and struck out West. I got blown up in a Missouri steamboat first thing, and came down on a chunk of the smokestack into the mud on the Nebraska side--leastways, that's what the boys declared, and that's why they call me Smokestack Bill, though I reckon I must have got astride of the smokestack while I was half drowning. And now my brother Seth, who took kindly to lawyering, is the richest man in Carson County."