“Well, not just at first, but luck came after a while. When I reached the mines I was dead broke, and went to work for somebody else. After a while I staked out a claim for myself. Well, I won’t go into particulars, but I’ve got six thousand dollars salted down with a trust company in ’Frisco, and I’ve got a few hundred dollars about my clothes besides.”
“That’s the place for us, Ernest,” said Luke.
“So I think,” answered Ernest.
“Do you want to go to the mines?” asked the miner.
“Yes; we have our fortunes to make, and are willing to work.”
“Then go out to Oreville with me. Have you got any money?”
“We have enough to get there, and perhaps a little over.”
“That will do. I’ll set you to work on one of my claims. We will share and share alike. How will that suit you?”
“It seems fair. Do you think we can make enough to live upon?”
“That depends partly on yourselves and partly upon luck.”