"Where are you going?" demanded Harry. "What's Jenny packed for?"
"We're going out," informed George. "We've made the biggest strike you ever heard of—pounds a day—in another place, and we've bought tons of pay dirt for only $100, and we've sold the Golden Prize to the Ike crowd, and we're going to that other place just as quick as we can get there, and so are you, all of you, too!"
"Sold that other property? What for?" chorused the men.
"To pay for the new one. We hustled back on purpose. Just got in, and now all we have to do is weigh Ike's dust to make sure he isn't cheating us, and give him a bill of sale, and then we'll show you the other place. George and Harry and I have six hundred feet already, but there'll be more, and anyway we can all work," bubbled Terry.
"How do you know what's in those other diggin's?" queried Sol.
"Because we saw it! We washed out over ten dollars in two pans, and the German we bought from has sacks full!" proclaimed George. "Regular sacks full!"
"He's the Lightning Express German," added Terry. "Harry knows him. He's there all by himself. He wants us to watch his diggin's while he takes his gold out and comes back. That's why he sold so cheap."
"Great Cæsar!" murmured Harry. "Sacks full? Thought we'd bought all his sacks and he'd turned home?"
"So he had, but he changed his mind. And he's struck it rich, rich!"
"Where are those new diggin's? Have you got any of the dust with you that you say you washed out?" invited Sol.