"Not quite, Si," answered Mark. "But I am mighty glad we've struck something."
They kept at the creek all of that day and for the balance of the week. On Saturday night they got the gold that had been found together and weighed it in a tiny scales Maybe Dixon had brought along.
"Two ounces and a half," said the man.
"At sixteen dollars an ounce that means just forty dollars," said Bob, quickly.
"Ten dollars each," came from Si. "That ain't so terrible bad for four days' work."
"And not so good either," put in Mark, quickly. "Boys, we have got to do better, or I shall be disappointed."
"I don't know as all gold is worth sixteen dollars an ounce," said Maybe Dixon. "We may have to sell it for fourteen dollars, or even as low as twelve dollars."
"We'll get the best price we can."
"Now how are we to divide?" said Bob, looking at Maybe Dixon. "We boys agreed long ago to share and share alike."
"I am willing to go in the same way, so long as all keep on working," said Maybe Dixon. "We can divide up whatever we find into four parts instead of three."