"Have you had good luck?"
"In prospecting? No! We are on our way back, and shall settle down to work again all the better for our holiday."
"How long have you been out here?" asked Dean.
"I've been here fourteen months—Eben for a year. We never met before, but we concluded to join forces, and haven't regretted it, eh—Eben?"
"Right you are, Rawson."
"Eben here has a girl at home that's waiting for him. When he has made his pile, he's going back to her."
"And how about you, Mr. Rawson?"
"Never mind about the handle to my name, youngster. Call me Ben."
"But you are so much older than I," objected Dean.