He retired a mile or two among the hills, and waited impatiently for night to come.
“It is lucky that the old man gave me a meal,” he reflected, “otherwise I should be about starved. I wonder if that watch is worth much.”
He examined the watch, and decided that its value was probably not far from a hundred dollars. In fact, the old man had bought it in St. Louis, and had selected a high-priced article.
It did occur to Burns that perhaps he had better remain satisfied with what he had got, for the watch would probably bring him fifty dollars at a sacrifice sale; but the temptation to stay was too strong.
“It would be a sin to give up such a fine chance,” he reflected. “There’s next to no risk, and I may get two hundred dollars.”
Then he began to consider what he would do in that case. He decided that he would go to San Francisco, and see what pickings he could find there.
He had already found out that mining men and others in the far West were more careless about their money than those in the East, probably because money came easier.
“I did well when I came out here,” he said to himself in a tone of congratulation. “I’ll make hay while the sun shines.”
Meanwhile, though he did not know it, his visit was expected, and preparations were being made to receive him.
After supper Luke Robbins came to the store and held a conference with Ernest.