"Wa'll, yes, too many of them! You bet!" with a knowing shake of the head.
"Miners making much now-a-days?"
"Oh, yes! Some of us, a heap! You bet!" rather timid.
"Going back to the states one of these days?"
"When I make my pile! You bet!" firm and decided.
"Get married then, I suppose?"
"Won't I? Just that! You bet ye!" with his hat up, his eyes wide open, and his face all aglow with honest pride and warm memory of "The girl I left behind me!"
In Central City they told us a story of a miner, who was awakened one night by a noise at his window, and found it to be a burglar trying to get in. Slipping quietly out of bed, he waited patiently by the window until the sash was well up, and the burglar tolerably in, when he placed his revolver against the fellow's head, and sententiously remarked, "Now you git!" The story ran, the burglar looking quietly up surveyed the situation, with the cold steel against his brow, and as sententiously replied, as he backed out and dropped to the ground, "You bet!"