"Never."
"Then you'll find out what cold weather is like. A winter on this Range isn't much worse, though, than what I've heard about cold weather in Alaska."
"It'll be a relief to see six feet of snow, after living on the hot desert of Arizona," Harry muttered.
By evening of the following day, when Jim and his companion returned with the wagon-load of provisions, another day's work had been done in the mine.
"Any color today?" was Ferrers's first question.
"No signs of gold," sighed Harry.
"I heard a new one over at Dugout City," Jim remarked carelessly.
"Heard a new one?" echoed Tom. "What was it?"
"A baby," Jim answered dryly.
"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded. "What has a baby to do with a 'new one'?"