“Same here,” said Benjamin.
“An’ I say you’ve dealt honest by me, and I’ll deal fair and open with you.”
“What I should expect,” said Benjamin.
“I’ve found a good thing—more than I could ever want myself, if I lived a hundred years. I intend to do the handsome to a few o’ my pals.”
“I’m one.”
“You’re one. First, I shall go back and do a bit more prospecting, and see if I can better my claim. Then I shall come to town, and let my mates into the know.”
“Just so.”
“By-and-by we’ll slip out o’ town, an’ no man any the wiser. You can’t track me—I’m too smart, by long chalks.”
Tresco’s glass stood empty.
“We’ll drink to it,” he said, and rang the little hand-bell that stood on the table.