“I want to share it with you, Luke.”
“Don’t you remember what I said when we set out, lad?”
“What was it?”
“That I would not touch a dollar of your money.”
“Then do you mean to leave me alone, Luke?” pleaded Ernest reproachfully.
“You are a boy and I am a man. I’m forty years old, Ernest. Is it right that I should live on a boy less than half my age?”
Ernest looked at him in perplexity.
“Is there no way of getting more money?” he asked.
“If we were in California now and at the mines, I might make shift to fill my purse; but there are no mines hereabouts.”
“Let us keep on and something may turn up.”