"I think he's quite a character."
"So do I. I wish I had some of the gold he dug."
"Same here. If we had that we wouldn't have to be working in this hot cornfield. Maybe we'll find some, by and by, Will."
"Find some? How?"
"Why, go after it, to be sure. Do you know, I have an idea I'd like to be a gold miner."
"A heap you know about gold mining!"
"That's all right. Every one has to learn. I guess he didn't know anything about it at first," said the stout youth.
"Perhaps not. But what chance have we to go out West in the mining country?"
"None, I guess, Will, but I can't help thinking of it. I certainly would like to go West and be a gold miner. Think of digging gold instead of potatoes."
"There's only one thing about that," replied his brother, who was not so inclined to look on the rosy side of things, "when you're digging for potatoes you go to a field where potatoes have been planted, and when you dig, you know you're going to get some."