They sat down in stupefaction.
"Biddy, do you remember the money you squandered on the lottery ticket?"
A slow smile broadened her face. "I do, Mister Clement—and I remember I won the prize sure!"
"You did, and saved all our lives. Dan, do you remember the day we lost our last five-dollar gold piece in the grass?"
Dan slapped his knee. "Do I? I wore me hands raw as beef combin' the grass that day."
"Ah, those were great days. We had days when forty-five cents would have made us joyous, and here you are with ninety thousand dollars, and wishin' for more."
Dan laughed again. "Sure, that's no lie."
"It is, Dan Kelly," said Biddy. "I have enough—too much. My heart misgives me now. I'm afraid of it, sure. I'm scared to carry it away wid me."
"You're safe, Biddy; nobody will steal that check." A sudden impulse seized him. "Dan, you believed in me in those days—give me that check." Dan slowly handed to him the check. Clement took it and turned. "Biddy, you fed me when I was starving, and you pawned everything you had to 'grub-stake' me—give me your check." She handed it to him without hesitation. He tore them into small pieces.
"Dan, you are mining boss, and I make you both quarter owners in 'The Witch' with all I have, and share and share alike, as we did when we hadn't a dime. Now hurrah for 'The Witch.'"