"We got about two hundred dollars' worth of nuggets," said Si, in a whisper, so that nobody in the other tents close at hand might hear.
"And look what we got," said Mark, showing the big nugget.
"And these too," added Bob, bringing forth the balance of the find.
"Well, just to look at that!" cried Maybe Dixon. "Say, we are striking it lucky, we are!"
Sitting down by candlelight, with the flaps of the tent carefully closed from curious eyes, they brought out their scales and calculated the worth of the find. As Maybe Dixon figured it, they had between seven hundred and fifty and eight hundred dollars' worth of gold.
"Think of that for one day's work!" cried Si. "Why, it is more than a man can earn in a year on a farm!"
"Hush, Si! not so loud," said Mark, warningly. "Somebody may hear you."
"That's so, I forgot," answered the former farm lad. "I'll be more careful after this," he added, in a whisper.
"We have certainly done very well," said Maybe Dixon. "Maybe to-morrow we'll do still better."
"We're getting nuggets, that's certain," said Mark. "At this rate it won't take us long to get a fortune together."