“One thing will be very funny,” said Ben. “I was just thinking that we’ll have to ship our bullion—when we get it—up to the Searby Smelting Works at Vallejo to be resmelted and cast into bars. They were the original owners of it.”
“Funny enough for us,” Mundon replied. “But I don’t count on shippin’ ’em any.”
“How’ll we get it into bars?”
“I’ll git it into bars, myself. You didn’t know that I was an assayer, too, did you?”
“No,” Ben thoughtfully replied. “I think I’ve found my trade at last. Mundon, if I’ve got brains enough I’ll be an assayer.”
“Why not a mining engineer? Might as well aim fur the highest while you’re about it.”
“That’s so. But that takes more money. If I get enough out of this, I’ll try for it.”