"Come, now, hurry up!" insisted Bob. "Where are those bags?"
"Here's one you have been talking about," answered Jack, pulling the head of his bed to pieces and producing the article in question. "Julian, you know where the other one is."
While Jack was engaged in performing this work the revolvers were kept pointed straight at him, for fear he might pull out another one and turn it loose upon them before they could draw a trigger. But the boys did not seem to care any more about the revolvers than if they had been sticks of wood that were aimed at them. Claus had a revolver, but he did not seem inclined to use it.
"Are you sure it is gold in here, and not something else?" asked Bob.
"You have got the bag in your hands, and you can look and see for yourself," said Jack.
"Go out in front of the lean-to and sit down on the ground so that I can watch you," said Bob. "Jake, go with that boy and dig up the other one. Is this all you have made since you have been here?"
"Yes, that's all. Now, what are you going to do with us?"
"I'll tell you when Jake comes back. Is there much more of that lead down there?"
"Well, you have charge of the mine, now, and there is no law to hinder you from going down and finding out," retorted Jack. "Claus, where are you going? I don't expect to see these gentlemen any more, but I should like to keep track of you."
Claus did not see fit to answer this question, and in the meantime Julian and Jake returned with the other bag.