"Heh, heh; that's right," responded Bunker reminiscently, "say, did you ever hear of old Abe Berg? He used to keep a store down below in Moroni; and there was one of these old prospectors that made a living that way, used to touch him up regular for a grub-stake. Old Abe was about as easy as Bible-Back Murray when you showed him a rich piece of ore and after this prospector had et up all his grub he'd drift back to town for more. But on the way in, like all of them fellers, he'd stop at some real good mine; and after he'd stole a few chunks of high-grade ore he'd take it along to show to Abe. But after a while Old Abe got suspicious--he didn't fall for them big stories any more--and at last he began to enquire just where this bonanza was, that the prospector was reporting on so favorable. Well, the feller told him and Abe he scratched his head and enquired the name of the mine. "'Why, I call it the Juniper,' says the old prospector kind of innocent; and Abe he jumped right up in the air. "'Vell, dat's all right,' he yells, tapping himself on the chest, 'but here's one Jew, I betcher, dat you von't nip again!' Get the point--he thought the old prospector was making a joke of it and calling his mine the Jew-Nipper!" "Yeah, I'm hep," replied Russell, "say who is this feller that you call Bible-Back Murray--has he got any claims around here?" "Claims!" repeated Bunker, "well, I guess he has. He's got a hundred if I've got one--this whole upper district is located." "What--this whole country?" exclaimed Denver in sudden dismay, "the whole range of hills--all that lays in the shadow of the Leap?" "Jest about," admitted Bunker, "but as I told you before, you can have any of mine for five hundred." "Oh hell," burst out Denver and then he roused up and a challenge crept into his voice. "Do you mean to tell me," he said, "that he's kept up his assessment work? Has he done a hundred dollars worth of work on every claim? No, you know danged well he hasn't--you've just been doing lead-pencil work." "That's all right," returned Bunker, "we've got a gentlemen's agreement to respect each others monuments; and you'll find our sworn statements that the work has been done on file with the County Recorder." "Yes, and now I know," grumbled Russell rebelliously, "why the whole danged district is dead. You and Murray and this old Dutchman have located all the ground and you're none of you doing any work. But when a miner like me blows into the camp and wants to prospect around he's stuck for five hundred dollars. How'm I going to buy my powder and a little grub and steel if I give up my roll at the start? No, I'll look this country over and if I find what I want----" "You'll pay for it, young man," put in Bunker Hill pointedly, "that is, if it belongs to me." "Well, I will if it's worth it," answered Russell grudgingly, "but you've got to show me your title."