"Need any help?" Or: "Do you know of a job we can get?" Or: "Could you use a couple of husky boys around here?"
Some parties were so busy that they only shook their heads, without pausing. Others directed them on, or to right or left. But after having volunteered in vain as miners, carpenters, and even as wood-choppers, they reached the head of the gulch, and turned back.
"Well, guess we'll go down to the other end," sighed Terry.
"This sure is a tough proposition," said George, using professional language. "Anyway, we've got enough to live on for a day or two, haven't we? Wonder when Harry'll be back."
"He won't come back till he has Duke; you can depend on that. Maybe he hasn't money enough."
"He can borrow from the folks."
"He won't, though. He'd rather work and earn some more."
"You can sell your mine, can't you, if you have to?" asked George. "He said sell it. And we can sell the True Blue. I'd as lief."
"We gave it to Virgie," reminded Terry.
"Aw, she wouldn't care. It's no good, is it? It doesn't own any water."