"Forget it," Beatty said, "I've combed every inch."
With faith in Beatty's knowledge of the country, he abandoned the trip and crossed the Amargosa desert to Daylight Springs, found the country full of amateur prospectors excited by the discoveries at Tonopah and Goldfield. After a few weeks he decided there was nothing worthwhile to be found. "I had a hunch Beatty could be wrong about that formation and decided to go back."
He was well outfitted and with five burros and more than enough provisions, was ready to go when, out of the bush came a cleancut youngster--a novice who had brought his wife along.
"Shorty," he said, "we're out of grub. Can you spare any?"
"Sure. But you'd be better off to go with me. I have enough grub for all of us."
Ed Cross had all to gain; nothing to lose by following an experienced prospector.
At a water hole known as Buck Springs they made camp. Within an hour they went up a canyon, each working a side of it. Shorty broke a piece of quartz from an outcropping; saw shades of turquoise and jade. "Come a-runnin' Ed," he shouted. "We've got the world by the tail and a downhill pull."
They staked out the discovery claims. "How many more should we locate?" Cross asked.
"None. Give the other fellow a chance. If this is as good as we think, we've got all the money we'll ever need. If it isn't and the other fellow makes a good showing it will help us sell this one."
They went to Goldfield. Shorty showed the sample to Bob Montgomery, an old friend. Bob was skeptical. But in an hour the news was out and Goldfield en masse headed for the new strike. Those, who couldn't get conveyances, walked. Some pulled burro carts across the desert. Some started out with wheelbarrows. Jack Salsbury began to move lumber. Others brought merchandise, barrels of liquor. Everything to build a town.
"Specimens of my ore," Shorty said, "were used by Tiffany for ring settings, lavallieres, bracelets. It went to Paris and London. Ore broken from the ledge sold for $50 a pound. I must have given away thousands of dollars' worth of it for souvenirs."
Overnight Rhyolite was born. Shorty bought a barrel of liquor, drove a row of nails around the barrel, hung tin dippers on the nails and invited the town to quench its thirst. Two railroads came. One, 114 miles from Las Vegas. Another, 200 miles from Ludlow.