"Well, 'tisn't as good as the Golden Prize," admitted Terry. "Maybe we'll sell the Golden Prize and find something better. But I'd like to wait till Harry comes. I'd hate to sell it to that Pine Knot Ike gang."
"They offered you $100, though, didn't they?"
"Y-yes," admitted Terry. "It's better than nothing, of course."
They two (for Shep had been left to guard the cabin) were retracing their steps by a slightly different route down the opposite side of the gulch, so as not to miss any chances, and now came upon the wheel-barrow man.
"Why, hello, young Pike's Peak Limited," he greeted. "How's the gold-seeking business?"
"We're not gold-seeking, we're job-seeking," explained Terry. "Do you know of a job for a couple like us?"
The wheel-barrow man appeared to have packed up. His blanket roll and a fry-pan and tin cup were laid ready in front of his closed cabin.
"What's the matter? Didn't your prospects pan out?" he queried.
"We haven't any water, so we quit. Then I worked for Pat Casey, and he quit, and we can't even sell pies," confessed Terry.
"Where's your other partner?"