“Notatrace。Guesswemightaswellbemovingtowardscamp。“Theyreturnedtogether，Cribbenstellingthedentistofagroupofantelopehehadseen。
“Wemightlayoffto-morrow，an’seeifwecanplugacoupleofthemfellers。Antelopesteakwouldgoprettywellafterbeansan’baconan’coffeeweekinan’weekout。“
McTeaguewasanswering，whenCribbensinterruptedhimwithanexclamationofprofounddisgust。“Ithoughtwewerethefirsttoprospectalonginhere，an’nowlookatthat。
Don’titmakeyousick？“
Hepointedoutevidencesofanabandonedprospector’scampjustbeforethem——charredashes，emptytincans，oneortwogold-miner’spans，andabrokenpick。“Don’tthatmakeyousick？“mutteredCribbens，suckinghismustachefuriously。