“Well, you do cap me, lad, you do,” he said at last. “Look ye here, now,” he cried, as if about to deliver a poser, and he seated himself on the rock and crossed his legs, “you don’t expect to find coal, do you?”
“No,” said Will, “there is no coal in Cornwall.”
“Nor yet gold and silver?”
“No: not much.”
“Then it’s tin you’re after, and it won’t pay for getting.”
“You are wrong, Josh,” said the lad smiling.
“Not copper?”
“Yes: copper.”
“Yah! Now is it likely?”
“Yes,” said Will. “Come here.”