"Good luck to you," called the professor, as they hastened away.
"I'd like to surprise Harry with a regular gold mine, by the time he sees us again," uttered Terry.
"Sure. We'll leave a note in the cabin saying we've gone to get rich," enthused George.
CHAPTER XIX
TO THE POUND-A-DAY
There was very little time to be lost. When in the morning they had eaten breakfast and had packed Jenny (who did not seem to object to a change from doing nothing all day) with a buffalo robe and a blanket and the picks and spades and cooking stuff and some provisions, and had placed a note for Harry—"Gone to get rich. Will see you later"—and sallied down the gulch, Terry with his shot-gun on his shoulder and George with his wooden-hammer revolver at his belt, and each with a gold-pan slung on his back, the procession for the new diggin's already had started.
It looked quite like business, too—a long file composed of men riding horses or mules, and of men driving pack animals, and of other men afoot and carrying their packs, pressing south, out of the gulch, evidently following the lead of the Tarryall man.
"Once we locate our pound of gold a day, these other diggin's can go hang, can't they?" puffed George, as they hurried.
"I should say!" concurred Terry. "All we'll do will be to come back and get Harry and sell to that Pine Knot Ike crowd, and then we'll light out again. Glad we didn't say where we're bound for. When we sell we can pretend to Ike that we're plumb disgusted."