years. It's big, I'm telling you, it's big!' And all he wanted
for his claim was a thousand dollars, down."

"Aw, you make me tired," confessed Bunker Hill frankly, now that he saw
his sale gone glimmering, "I see you're never going to get very far.
You'll tramp back to Globe and blow in your money and go back to
polishing a drill. W'y, a young man like you, if he had any ambition,
could buy one of these claims for little or nothing and maybe make a
fortune. I'll tell you what I'll do--you stay around here a while and
look at some of my claims; and if you see something you like----"

"Nope," said Big Boy, "you can't work me now--you lost your horse-shoe
this morning. I was a hobo then and you told me to go to hell, but now
when you see I've got eight hundred dollars you're trying to bunco me
out of it. I know who you are, I've heard the boys tell about
you--you're one of these blue-bellied Yankees that try to make a living
swapping jack-knives. You got your name from that Bunker Hill monument
and they shortened it down to Bunk. Well, you lose--that's all I'll say;
I wouldn't buy your claims if they showed twenty dollar gold pieces,
with everything on 'em but the eagle-tail. And the formation is no good
here, anyhow."

"Oh, it ain't, hey?" came back Bunk thrusting out his jaw belligerently,
"well take a look up at that cliff. That Apache Leap is solid
porphyry----"

"Apache Leap!" broke in Big Boy suddenly sitting erect and looking all
around, "by grab, is this the place?"

"This is the place," replied Old Bunk wagging his head and smiling
wisely, "and that cap is solid porphyry."

"Gee, boys!" exclaimed Big Boy getting up on his feet, "say, is that
where they killed all those Indians?"

"The very place," returned Bunker Hill proudly, "you can find their
skeletons there to this day."

"Well, for cripe's sake," murmured Big Boy at last and looked up at the
cliff again.

"Some jump-off," observed Bunker, but Big Boy did not hear him--he was
looking up at the sun.

"Say," he said, "when the sun rises in the morning how far out does that
shadow come?"

"What shadow?" demanded Bunker Hill. "Oh, of Apache Leap? It goes way
out west of town."

"And does it throw its shadow on these hills where your claims are?
Well, old-timer, I'll just take a look at them."

He climbed out purposefully and began to put on his shoes and Old Bunk
squinted at him curiously. There was something going on that he did not
know abou