"We've got the fever, too, sort of, down at our house," confessed George. "That's what I rode up about. Now I guess I'd better go back and tell the folks. Maybe I can join you," he added, waxing excited.
"The more the merrier. That will make twenty-five thousand and three," laughed Harry.
"If I can't, I'll be coming later," called back George.
"We'll locate a claim for you," promised Terry, grandly—as if he and Harry were already on the way.
CHAPTER II
THE "PIKE'S PEAK LIMITED"
"I'll tell you what I'll do," spoke Terry's father, finally. "I'll lend you $100—'grub-stake' you, as they say, from the dust that I fetched back last winter. That's half. And I'm to have half interest in whatever you find."
"Hum! This sounds like a good business proposition, if you mean it," accepted Harry, scratching his nose.
"Do you mean it, Dad?" cried Terry, overjoyed. "Supposing we find your mine. Do we get half of that?"