"You can't always tell by looks in this world. Although, to tell the truth, I find it hard to believe that Dawson made away with this, myself. But we'll make him come across with the whole story, and if he did steal it, we'll see that Wilson gets his share."
"That's the ticket. And now—to get out of this mine with it."
"It'll be easy enough. We can go up the shaft. That's the way the outlaws got in here, I guess. We took the wrong entrance getting in here. We got into one of the side workings of the mine instead of coming down the main way."
"As long as we don't run into any more wolves I don't care how we get out," said Joe. "The sooner we get out though, the better. It must be night by now."
Frank bent and picked up two of the sacks of gold.
"I'll carry two and you carry two. Boy, but they're heavy! I never knew gold weighed so much."
"I shouldn't care if it weighed a ton. It won't seem like much, now that we've found it at last."
Frank hesitated.
"It might be as well to dig a little deeper there. They might have divided the gold up. I'd hate to overlook a sack of it."
"I was just thinking the same thing." Joe picked up the shovel again. "I'll dig down a little bit farther, just for luck."