"Dot's all right," agreed the German. "Dot's all right. You are goot boys. I wait. I haf one sack not yet full alretty."
"We won't stay for supper," proclaimed Terry. "We'll hustle. It's nearly dark, anyway. Come on, George!"
He piled out. George piled out. The German rather tumbled out. They grabbed their tools. "Goot-bye, goot-bye," answered the German, and in a moment they were hurrying down the gulch.
"We'll sell the Gregory claims," panted Terry. "Sell to Ike. That's where we'll get the hundred dollars."
"Sure," panted George. "Talk about your pound a day! We'll make more than that in here."
"I should say! Reckon we washed out ten dollars in just those two pans."
"And there'll be millions!"
"That German has a million now!"
"Wait till we tell Harry about the sacks."
"Not a word of this to those Tarryall and Grab-all folks. Keep mum!"