“What is this left for?”
“That is left for the clever fellow that found the gold after a thief had missed it,” cried one.
“And for the generous fellow that parted his find,” roared another, from a distance.
Robinson seemed to reflect.
“No! I won't spoil the meat by cutting myself the fat—no! I am a digger, but not only a digger, I aspire to the honor of being a captain of diggers; my claim lies out there.”
“Hurrah; three cheers for Captain Robinson!”
“Will you do me a favor in return?”
“Hurrah! won't we?”
“I am going to petition the governor to send us out police to guard our tents.”
“Hurrah!”