"I feel rich enough to go home," said Eben, after a thoughtful pause. "Would you mind if I did, Ben?"
"I should mind so much, Eben, that I should probably go along too."
"But that would be leaving Dean alone," objected Eben.
"Perhaps he would like to make a trip East also."
"Yes, I would," said Dean. "It's a long time since I've heard from my uncle and aunt. I think my last letter couldn't have reached them."
"There's one thing in the way," observed Rawson. "Our claims are valuable—more so than six months ago. If we leave 'em some one will take possession, and that'll be an end of our ownership."
"Sell 'em," said Eben, concisely.
"That will take time."
"I'll stay till it's done. I'm not going to give 'em away."
"Trust a Connecticut Yankee for that," said Rawson, laughing. "Well, to-morrow, then, we'll let our neighbors know that our claims are for sale."