"Yes," he said, "it's past eight o'clock."
"Let me look at that watch. Is it gold?" asked his companion, and his eyes showed the same covetous gleam which Dean had noticed in the mother.
"I wish I had hidden the watch in an inside pocket," he thought, too late. "I am afraid it will be taken from me before I get away from these mountains."
"What might it be worth?" demanded the other, after fingering it curiously with his clumsy hands.
"I don't know," answered Dean, guardedly. "I did not buy it. It was given to me."
"Is it worth a hundred dollars?"
"I don't think it is. It may be worth fifty."
"Humph! are you rich?"
"No; far from it! I am a poor boy."
"That doesn't look like it."