"Don't know as we shall go to San Francisco for the next five years; shan't go any way until we are loaded down with gold, and then we won't care about calling on your father—more likely he'll want to call on us."
An idea struck Howard.
"You are pleased with our blanket. Will you exchange your guns for that?"
Ned shook his head.
"Got all the blankets we want; don't want it; keep it yourself."
"Will you not give us one gun for both the blanket and watch?"
The miner now laughed, and shook his head again.
"Don't want either; can't do it."
The boys now despaired.
"Well, we may as well give up. We can't get any guns of you."