"Nope, we're bound through," replied Harry. "This is no time of day for us to camp." And Terry was relieved to hear him say so, for the stagnant pool, with the German's feet in it, did not look very inviting. "What did you find ahead?"
"Notting an' nobody," grumbled the German. "All joost like dis." And he swept his arm around to indicate the bare stretch of plains. "Purty soon you see where I turn to go home, an' den you be all by yourself. I do not like it. I like peoples. So I go home."
"You didn't see any stake, did you?" queried Terry.
"What stake?"
"To mark the stage line."
"What for would dey poot any stage line where dey ain't peoples?" demanded the German.
"All right: how'll you sell your mining tools?" asked Harry, with alert mind. "You've no use for them."
"Mebbe I dig garden. But I sell dem to you for one dollar an' half—de whole lot."
"Done!" cried Harry. "And how about those sacks?"
"Dey iss goot potato sacks. But what will you gif me for dose sacks?"