'Have you, Ginger?' Harry was quite alert now. 'About this gold-stealin'?'
'No—o, not quite about that. I'm goin' to tell all that to Downy, but it's somethin' jist as p'tickler—about a reef we found.'
'A reef? Nonsense, Dick. How could you find a reef?'
'By diggin' fer it, I s'pose. What'd you think if I said we fellers' ye got a mine—a really mine—me an' Jacker Mack, an' Ted McKnight, an' Billy Peterson, an' Phil Doon? What'd you say, eh?'
'I'd say you didn't know what you were talking about, Ginger, my boy.'
'But if I took you down the shaft an' showed you the reef, an' showed you stone with gold stickin' in it—suppose I done that, how then?'
'Where is this reef?' asked Harry, becoming impressed by the boy's earnestness.
'Tellin's!'
'But didn't you come to tell me?'
'Come to tell you we'd found it, an' to ask what to do, so's no one can jump it. We want it took up on a proper lease, all right fer me an' the rest o' the fellers, an' we'll let you stand in.'