“Yes. With all this room goin’ to waste, why shouldn’t we get our room rent free?”
“That’s a good idea, Mundon. We’ll have to do it, or hire a watchman, as soon as we begin to work the stuff. We might as well get used to it first as last.”
“I’ll build the room for us. Over there against that east wall will be a good place for it.”
“Perhaps there won’t be anything to need watching,” Ben said, with a grim smile; “but we’ll soon know now.”
“There’s got to be somethin’. It ain’t in reason that there ain’t no gold left over in all this mess,” emphatically replied the other.
“Well, we’ll hope so, till we know to the contrary. We’ll have to have some furniture, I suppose.”
“Furniture?”
“Why, a couple of beds, anyway.”
“O, I’ll knock up a couple of bunks that’ll do for the time we’ll be here. I can make first-rate arm-chairs, too,—reg’lar sleepy hollers,—out of those barrels.”
“That’ll be fine! I suppose we’d better use the boards out of that first shed?”