'By the holy, your fortune's made if there's much o' this!' he blurted at length.
'Think there's heaps of it,' said Dick coolly.
'When can we go to it?'
'When the detective cove comes, an' I've told him 'bout somethin'.'
'Somethin' good for us, Dick?' asked Harry anxiously.
Dick nodded his head slowly several times.
'Well, if this don't lick cock-fighting. Have you told your mother?'
'No,' said Dick.
'Nothing about this either? How's that?'
'Oh,' said Dick with a man's superiority, 'she wouldn't understand. She don't know nothin' 'bout minin', you know.'