"That's good enough for me!" cried Ferrers, his eyes brightening.
"Wow! Whoop! Oh—-whee!" vented Harry, then ran and snatched up the surveying transit.
"Yes; I guess we'd better go along and do our staking," assented Tom.
"And I'll be ready at daylight to file the claim at Dugout City," promised Jim. "I won't sleep until I've seen our papers filed."
"You'll file the claim in your own name, Jim," Tom suddenly suggested.
"No; I won't," retorted Ferrers. "I'll play squarely."
"That will be doing squarely by us, Jim," Tom continued. "We don't want to use up our claim privileges on one stretch of Nevada dirt."
If we can find claims enough we'll stake out three, and then pool them all together in a gentlemen's agreement."
"That's a good deal of trust you're showing in me, gentlemen," said
Jim huskily.
"Never mind, Jim," returned Reade quietly. "You can show us, you know, that we didn't waste our confidence."