"Did they sell the ranches?" asked Terry.
"Part trade, and the rest is to come out of the crops. Guess they haven't got very much cash yet," answered George.
"That settles it," pronounced Harry. "When you go down you can take our dust. I reckon there's near a hundred dollars."
"I'm not going down, for a while," declared George. "I'll throw in with you fellows. Guess I can find something to do."
"What!"
"That's right," and George stubbornly wagged his head. "Maybe I won't get rich, but I can stick. I can dig around here, can't I? And tote water and help with the cooking?"
"Hurrah!" cheered Terry. "He can have the True Blue and dig there; but I shouldn't wonder if Pat would hire him. We need another man."
"I can dig better than I can bake," admitted George. "I'll do something to earn my keep. I mean to stay and help out, Virgie can go back in the morning with those people who brought us in. They're just looking about. Where does the True Blue lie? Can I have it? Have you dug much there?"
"No. It's a drier claim than this. The water was on our side, so we thought we'd clean up the Golden Prize first."
"How much land is the True Blue?"