“Why, of course I mean it. You’ve as good a right to the gold we find as I have.”
“Here, shake hands on it.”
I laughingly held out my hand, which he seized and pumped up and down.
“I always thought your father was a gentleman,” he cried. “Now I feel sure as sure of it. Halves it is, and we won’t tell a soul.”
“But we must,” I cried.
“What, and let some one come and get it all?”
“I should only tell some one who has a right to know: Mr Raydon.”
“What right’s he got to know?” cried Esau. “I say, don’t go and throw it all away.”
“I consider that Mr Raydon, who has welcomed us here and treated us as friends, has a perfect right to know.”
“But it’s like giving him a share in it.”