'Not very badly, old girl; but not good enough compared with what we hear of from the other fields.'
She was sitting on the counter, holding his arm, and turned and looked sharply into his face.
'You're off?' she said.
Done nodded his head, and watched her apprehensively. She was not disturbed; next moment there was merriment in the eyes turned up to him from where her head nestled on his breast.
'Mike thinks we are wasting valuable time here.'
And you are, too. Good luck go wid you, ma bouchal' She kissed the point of his chin.
'You don't mind, Aurora?' He had come in shivering with apprehension at the prospect of a passionate outburst, knowing the possibilities of her fervid temperament, and now experienced some sense of disappointment at finding her unmoved.
'Mind, darlin'? Cud I expect to be keepin' you here all the days of your life? Where are you going?'
'To the new diggin's, Jim Crow.'
'It's a wild field, they tell me, Jimmy. No fighting, mind. Leastwise, none for other girls.'