He's working in the Never Sweat at the 1,235 foot level. Started as a mucker in a stope but worked his way up to mule wrangler in only a couple of weeks. He was a bar tender at the Finlandia but when he was told to "tap 'er light" he underfilled the beer mugs and barely escaped to the Dumas with his life. Leaving the Dumas was a tricky business, but as long as you left all that you owned and more there they let you keep your pants, or so I've heard anyway. So he's here and learning Irish except that he's in the very, very advanced group and he's got his Irish up. He told me to tell you that you owe him USD 1,237 from some mining stock you sold him, saying something about a mine being "a hole in the ground with a liar on top" but I didn't quite catch it all.