'Of what?'
'Oh, of Diamond Gully! I reckon it's played out or thereabouts.'
'And we got twelve ounces a man for the last week's work.
'Not enough, Jimmy. Not more 'n wages, an' men like you 'n me should be in the thickest an' richest of it. I'm gettin' along to-morrow.'
'You mean to say you are going?' Done jerked himself on to his elbow and stared across the tent at his mate.
'Um—m Mean to try a new rush.'
'Anything wrong, Mike? Have I been getting on your raw lately? You want to break up this partner ship of ours.'
'My oath, no!' Mike had raised himself eagerly, and was looking at Jim.
Then you reckoned on having me along?'
'No; I thought maybe you wouldn't care to pad out from here jes' yet awhile.