the latter answered:

"Yes, sah; Mass Swanson got a pile of gold laid up for a rainy day,
suah."

The Doctor continued:

"He's had more than the average run of good luck the last few years. He
told me the other day that he only lost a few head all year, and was
just going to ship a big lot to Chicago."

Cummings, blowing a blue column of tobacco smoke toward the rafters,
said:

"It's always been a question to me where he keeps his money. There's no
bank around here."

"Oh! he's a shrewd old chap, Swanson is," replied the Doctor. He has a
private bank somewhere near here probably."

"Seems to me that would be pretty risky," said Cummings. "If he keeps it
planted around here what would hinder some one from finding the cache
and getting off with the plunder?"

"I made that very remark to him," the Doctor answered; "and he laughed
and said it would take something smarter than a cowboy or an Injun to
find it, but there are others beside cowboys and Injuns that come this
way," with a meaning smile. Cummings noted the smile, and glancing at
Moriarity, said: