Achmed Abdullah

“ Tom grinned sheepishly as he sat down. "I guess the news of the rich strike in the Yankee Doodle Glory is all over town by this time?" he asked.
"Sure. Garrett spilled the beans."
"Damned good beans," commented Tom, "fine and rich and nutritious and juicy."
"Yes. But look out, young fellow. Every con agent in the Inland Empire is going to lay for you with a flannel-wrapped brick and a cold deck."
Tom waved a careless hand.
"A fat lot of good it'll do them," he laughed. "My mother was Scotch and as careful as a setting hen, and I've followed the range all my life. ”

“ He said that, in continuing blasting the tunnel and running it smack up against the vein, he had uncovered an even richer ore body, but that the strange sensations, as of a far-off echo, had increased a hundredfold.
"Garrett says something about a new metal,"'rejoined Tom Graves.
"Forget it. Metals don't affect your ears. ”

“ Tom looked up with a laugh.
"Say, put it in plain American. All this is Siwash to me. What does it mean?"
"It means that you are rich beyond the dreams of avarice. It means that you are a budding Rockefeller. It means that the Yankee Doodle Glory, if the vein runs true ..."
"Truex says it does ..."
"He ought to know. He is an expert at blocking out ore bodies in his own crude way."
"I guess so." Tom pointed at the paragraph at the bottom of the assay report. "Say, Garrett, what's this?" ”