"And if the gold is worth twenty dollars an ounce that would be—why it would be ninety-six thousand dollars!" exclaimed Fred, who was good at arithmetic.
"Ninety-six thousand dollars!" repeated Jerry, staggered by the amount of so much wealth.
"Of course that is only a rough estimate," Mr. Baxter hastened to add.
"Well, now we've got it, how are we going to get it home?" asked Fred, when they had stood about a while, contemplating the wealth.
"That's so," agreed Jerry. "Three hundred pounds of gold is no light weight to transport over three hundred miles on dog sleds."
"I think we will distribute it on the four sleds," said Mr. Baxter. "It will be safer that way, and not such a load for the dogs. We have used up considerable of our supplies, and we have that much less in weight. But the gold will more than make up for it."
They were so excited over their good fortune that they scarcely thought of eating, and they were startled when Johnson put his head in the opening of the cave, and announced that dinner was ready.
"All right," answered Mr. Baxter. "We've found the gold, George."
"Has yo' really, Massa Baxter? Am it a million dollars?"
"Far from it, George."