He pulled from his girdle a six shooter, and pointed it at Kirby.
The latter needed no second hint. He and Dan turned and walked away, muttering some ugly threats to which the two miners paid no heed.
"Now, lad, we'll have some supper," said Rawson, "and look out for a good place to pass the night. I can't say much for your friends. They're about as ugly-looking knaves as I ever saw."
"I agree with you," said Dean, heartily. "I hope I shall never see them again."
CHAPTER XXXIV.
SIX MONTHS AMONG THE MINES.
Six months later among the hills in Gilpin County we find three old acquaintances. They are Ben Rawson, Ebenezer Jones, and Dean Dunham. Dean has grown taller and there is a healthy brown hue on his cheeks. His eyes are bright, and his look is cheerful.
The three are sitting in front of a miner's cabin, resting after the fatigues of the day.
"Have a pipe, Dean?" asks Rawson.