"I want to see some gold," piped Virgie.
"I'll show you some when we get to the cabin," promised Terry.
"Is Harry at the cabin?" queried George.
"Yes; we'll surprise him."
"What's he doing? Is the cabin at your mine? Is he mining there while you're mining at that other place? Who's Pat Casey? Why don't you and Harry mine together?"
"I guess he's cooking. Somebody has to cook," explained Terry. "And clean up."
"Well, you need cleaning up, all right," asserted George. "Reckon you'd better not let your mother see you in those clothes! She'd have a fit."
"Aw, we old miners all dress like this," retorted Terry. "It's only tenderfeet who fix up."
"Nobody'd take you for a millionaire, that's sure," scoffed George. "Say!" he added. "You sold Duke, didn't you? I saw him in a show, there at Denver—or Auraria, I mean, but it's all the same thing. What'd you do that for? They're going to match him with a bear as soon as they can find the bear—have a fight!"
"Oh, shucks!" deplored Terry. "Did you see Thunder Horse's head, too?"