“Don’t talk like that,” I cried, angrily. “Who thinks you don’t want to play fair? No, no; don’t say any more about it. Now then: can we recollect this spot exactly?”
“Why, you said that there must be gold all along.”
“Yes, I know,” I cried; “but Mr Raydon may want to see the place, and we must bring him where we can find some and show him directly.”
“Well,” said Esau, “there’s a clump of fir-trees on this side, and a clump of fir-trees on that side.”
“Oh, you old stupid,” I cried, “when there are clumps of fir-trees everywhere. That won’t do.”
“Well then, let’s make a cross with our knives on those twisting ones.”
“What, to tell people this is the very place? That wouldn’t do.”
“Well then,” he cried, peevishly, “you find out a better way.”
I stood thinking a few minutes, but no better way came. Then I thought I had hit out the plan.
“Look here,” I said, “we’ll make the two crosses on the other side of the trees. No one would notice them then.”