“It has made me rich—I am rich, Joses!” cried the Doctor, excitedly.
“That’s good, master,” said the man, coolly. “And now what’s going to be done? Are we to carry the mountain back to the old ranche?”
The Doctor frowned.
“We shall have to return at once, Joses, to organise a regular mining party. We must have plenty of well-armed men, and tools, and machinery to work this great find. We must go back at once.”
“Now, master?”
“No, no, perhaps not for a week, my man,” said the Doctor, whose nervous excitement seemed to increase. “I must thoroughly investigate the extent of the silver deposit, descend into the canyon, and ascend the mountain. Then we must settle where our new town is to be.”
“Ah, we’re going to have a new town, are we, master?”
“To be sure! Of course! How could the mining adventure be carried on without?”
Joses shook his head.
“P’r’aps we shall stay here a week then, master?” he said at last.