"I can show you on our map," replied Agnew.
"I'll go fifty-fifty with you," proffered Curly. "Me to do all the
work."
"No, you won't," laughed Agnew. "Say, old man, I put in four years,
trying to make money out of the Colorado and I swear, the only real
cash I've ever made on it has been the magnificent wages the Secretary
of the Interior allows me. I'll keep the nugget. You can have
whatever else you find there. Believe me, you'll earn it, before you
get it!"
"You're foolish but I'm on! Mack, when shall we move?"
"I want to know a lot more before I break up my happy home." Mack's
voice was dry. "In the meantime you fellows make yourselves
comfortable. Come on, Curly. Let's get back to work!"
"Mr. Curly," said Jonas, "will you let me see that nugget?"
"Sure, Jonas, here it is!"
Jonas turned it over on his brown palm. "You mean to say you pick up
gold like that, down here?"
"That's what I did," replied Agnew.
"Kin any one do it?"
"Yes, sir!"
"How come it everybody ain't down here doing it right now?"
"The going is pretty stiff," said Harden, with a grin, glancing at his
steaming legs.
"Boss," Jonas turned the nugget over and over, "let's have a try at
these ructions, before we go back!"
"Are you game to take to the boats, Jonas?" asked Enoch.
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