The breathless respect with which this information was received by the rest, was broken in upon by the Governor’s roaring a great infidel laugh. “Why, Joslin, here, tells me the gold comes out o’ the sea!”
“Maybe he believes it,” says Blumpitty, sympathetically.
“Believe it!” bellowed Isaiah, sticking his head over Dr. Daly’s shoulder. “So’ll you believe it when you get to Nome. The further out you go at low tide the richer you’ll find it.”
Blumpitty’s pale-eyed pity for his delusion seemed to get on Joslin’s nerves.
“Wasn’t I there when Jake Hitz and Tough Nut went way out with a wheelbarra’?”
“Any man can go out with a wheelbarra’,” said Blumpitty.
“Yes, but it ain’t every man can come back with pay dirt and rock out what they did.”
Blumpitty just smiled.
“Twenty-two hundred dollars, sir!”
“Guess you weren’t watchin’ which way they went for that dirt?” said one of the capitalists.