"I'd give notice if I had any place to go," said Enoch. "What was the luck to-day, boys?"
"Well, I've about come to the conclusion," replied Mack, "that by working eight hours a day you can just about wash wages out of this sand, and that's all."
"You aren't going to give it up now, are you, Mack?" asked Curly, in alarm.
"No, I'll stay this week out, if you want to, and then move on up to
Devil's Canyon."
They were silently smoking around the fire, a little later, when Curly said:
"I have a hunch that you and I're not going to get independent wealth out of this expedition, Mack."
"What would you do with it, if you had it, Curly?" asked Enoch.
"A lot of things!" Curly ruminated darkly for a few moments, then he looked at Enoch long and keenly. "Smith, you're a lawyer, but I believe you're straight. There's something about you a man can't help trusting, and I think you've been successful. You have that way with you. Do you know what I'd do if I was taken suddenly rich? Well, I'd hire you, at your own price, to give all your time to breaking two men, Fowler and Brown."
"Easy now, Curly!" Mack spoke soothingly. "Don't get het up. What's the use?"
"I'm not het up. I want to get the Judge's opinion of the matter."