"Not a bean!" declared Big Boy. "We fought for the purse, the winner to take it all. He saw I was weak or he'd never have stood up to me--that's why he was so sore when he lost." "I'd never've let him hurt you!" protested Old Bunk vehemently, "I had my gun on him, all the time. And if I'd had my way you'd never have fought him--I'd have taken the purse away from him." "Yes, that's it, you see--that's what he was fishing for--he wanted you to make it a draw! But I knew all the time I could lick him with one hand--and I did, too, and got the money!" "You did danged well!" praised Bunker roundly, "I never see a gamier fight; but I thought at the end he sure had you beat--you could hardly hold up your hands." "All a stall!" exclaimed Big Boy proudly. "I began fighting his way at first, but I saw I was too weak to slug; so, just for a come-on, I pulled my blows and when he made a swing I downed him." "Well, well!" beamed Old Bunk, "you certainly are a wise one--you know how to use your head. I wouldn't have believed it, but if you're as smart as all that you've got no business working as a miner. You've got a little stake--why don't you buy a claim and make a play for big money? Look at the rich men in the West--take Clark and Douglas and Wingfield--how did they all get their money? Every one of them made it out of mining. Some started in as bankers, or store-keepers or saloon-keepers; but they got their big money, just the same as you or I will, out of a four-by-six hole in the ground. That's the way I dope it out and I've spent fifteen years of my life just playing that system to win. Me and old Bible-Back Murray, the store-keeper down in Moroni, have been working in this district for years; and, sooner or later, one or the other of us will strike it and we'll pile up our everlasting fortunes. I hate the Mormon-faced old dastard, he's such a sanctified old hypocrite, but I always treat him white and if his diamond drill hits copper he'll make the two of us rich. Anyhow, that's what I'm waiting for." Big Boy looked up at the striated hills which lay like a section of layer cake between the base of the mountains and the creek and then he shook his head. "Nope," he said, "it don't look good to me. The formation runs too regular. What you need for a big mineral deposit is some fissure veins, where the country has been busted up more." "Oh, it don't look like a mineral country at all, eh?" enquired Bunker Hill sarcastically. "Well, how do you figure it out then that they took out four million dollars' worth of silver from that little hill right up the creek?" "Don't know," answered Big Boy, "but you couldn't work it now, with silver down to fifty-two cents. It's copper that's the high card now."