It was heavy.
"Help yourselves, lads," he insisted.
But Harry laughed.
"Not yet, thanks, Pat. We've got a little to tide us along. What I want to know is, how's your appetite for pie?"
"Two dollars apiece for pie, an' two pies a day: wan for breakfast an' wan for supper; an' on Sunday wan for dinner besides," promptly answered Pat.
"It's a go," pronounced Harry.
"Will it take the both o' yez to make pie?" queried Pat. "Sure, ye look like a husky boy," he said, to Terry. "Let your partner make the pies, an' ye turn your hand to helpin' me at the sluice. Oi need another good worker. Oi fired the wan Oi had only this very mornin' because he sat down too frequent. Oi'll give ye a dollar an' a half a day, an' ye can fetch down me pies."
"That's a bargain," accepted Terry. "Wait till I get my spade."
When he and Harry arrived again at their own property they found the giant there. He was standing in their hole, and inquisitively poking about.
"Here! What are you doing?" challenged Harry.