CHAPTER XX

“LITTLE VICKY” Jim Budd had a dozen reasons to offer why there must be gold in Bald Knob. Like many others, he was letting his hopes influence his judgment. When he had finished his argument Hugh grinned. “May be here. May not. A fifty to one bet I’d call it, us on the short end. But that’s mining. No can tell. Might as well stick up our notice here as anywhere. What say, Dan?” Byers said, “Suits me.” “What about this fellow Singlefoot Bill who took up the claims originally—sure he’s outa the country and won’t make…