“Why, Esau,” I said, struck by his surly way, “we were the best of friends when we came out.”
“Yes; but we hadn’t found gold then—leastwise you hadn’t.”
“But what difference does that make?”
“Ever so much. You’re going to be rich, and I ain’t. Every one ain’t so lucky as you.”
“But, Esau,” I cried, “of course you will share with me. We found it together.”
“Say that again.”
“I say that we will share together.”
“What, go halves?”
“Of course.”
“You mean it?”