“Well they ought to be,” said Hank, “seeing the way they’ve been digging. Boys, I reckon they ought to have a bonus.”
“They’ve had fifteen dollars,” said the practical George, “and their grub.”
“Maybe,” said Hank, “but they’ve done fifty dollars’ worth of work, seeing how we’re placed. I vote we give them five dollars extra.”
“I’m with you,” said Candon.
“Ten,” said Tommie.
“I’ve only a ten dollar bill left on me,” said George. “Don’t matter, give it to them.”
Tommie took the note and, leaving her breakfast, tripped over to the Mexicans. Then she came back.
Half an hour later, armed only with the spades and Hank’s improvised shovel, they set to work.
“Let’s borrow the greasers’ shovels,” said George.
“I’d rather not,” said Candon, “they’ll be going off the beach soon, and I’d rather they weren’t here when we strike the stuff, we’ll be soon on it now.”