"No, thank you, I think not. We will wait," he finally decided.
Barton came the next morning and took the mail and also promised to do the necessary shopping for them.
The two men turned to the work in hand. It was not long before they were ready for further drilling and before the month was up they were fairly assured of prospective success. If the vein did not "peter out" their fortune was certain.
But they made no mention of their probable success to the one or two stray Mexicans who passed. They would not be in possession very long if the news were made public.
Jim Lee had by now received all the information that Marshall could give him of Mary Lee. Moreover he had made Tom repeat it to him a dozen times at least.
On the day when their success was no longer in doubt, Tom was painting in glowing colors his plans and what he would do with his share of the mine. The Indian, however, gave no inkling of his intentions. Tom noticed the fact.
"What are you going to do with your share, Jim?" he asked.
"My share is for Mary Lee. It could not be otherwise."
Tom nodded understandingly. He already realized how much the Indian's loyalty and faith were wrapped up in the girl. It was because of the debt his partner owed to Stewart and because of his added devotion to the girl.
"Tom," the Indian added, "now that the subject is up, I might as well tell you my wishes. If anything happens to me, you will see that my share is turned over to her, will you?"