"I wouldn't stay here a week for all the gold in the mountains!" shouted Wiggins.
"Come back! don't be fools! it was all a mistake," said Toney.
"You'll be murdered," said Wiggins.
"Oh, Toney, come with us! They will hang you if you stay here!" cried Moses.
"Don't make dunces of yourselves," said Toney.
"Good-by!" said Wiggins.
"Farewell! farewell!" cried Perch.
"God bless you, Toney!" ejaculated Moses, as he and Perch commenced pulling vigorously at the oars, while Wiggins laid hold on the tiller.
They rested not during the whole ensuing night, and in the afternoon of the next day arrived at San Francisco. A steamer was about to sail, and they immediately went on board, and in a fortnight were landed at Panama.
Having procured mules, they proceeded across the Isthmus to Cruces.