"
"Not when his biscuits have to be broken open with a stone," objected
Mack, as he sopped in his coffee one of the gray objects Enoch had
served as rolls.
"They say when a woman that's done her own cooking first gets a hired
girl, she becomes right picky about her food," rejoined Curly.
"I'd give notice if I had any place to go," said Enoch. "What was the
luck to-day, boys?"
"Well, I've about come to the conclusion," replied Mack, "that by
working eight hours a day you can just about wash wages out of this
sand, and that's all."
"You aren't going to give it up now, are you, Mack?" asked Curly, in
alarm.
"No, I'll stay this week out, if you want to, and then move on up to
Devil's Canyon."
They were silently smoking around the fire, a little later, when Curly
said:
"I have a hunch that you and I're not going to get independent wealth
out of this expedition, Mack."
"What would you do with it, if you had it, Curly?" asked Enoch.
"A lot of things!" Curly ruminated darkly for a few moments, then he
looked at Enoch long and keenly. "Smith, you're a lawyer, but I
believe you're straight. There's something about you a man can't help
trusting, and I think you've been successful. You have that way with
you.
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