“Not if we are robbed of it to-night,” replied George.
At this moment in came Jacky with news of brutus. That wily man had gone but a little way in the bush when he had made a circuit, and had slipped back into another part of the mine, and Jacky had followed him first by trail, afterward by sight, and had marked him down into a certain tent, on which he had straightway put a little red mark.
“Come back after our nugget, George. Fools we were to carry it blazing in folks' eyes.”
“I dare say we can beat him.”
“I am game to try. Jacky, I want to put a question to you.”
While Jacky and Tom were conferring in animated whispers, George was fixing an old spur he had picked up into the heel of his boot.
“That is capital, Jacky. Well, George, we have hit upon a plan.”
“And so have I.”
“You?”
“Yes! me! but tell me yours first, Tom.”