"I feel fagged out, Dean," said Rawson, as he prepared for bed. "I have been working harder than I did at the mines."
"I am tired too, but I have passed a pleasant day," said Dean. "I think I would rather live here than at the mines."
"You can have your choice when you return, but for my part I like the mines. I prefer the freedom of the mining camp to the restraints of the city."
"There isn't much restraint that I can see."
"There will be. Five years hence Denver will be a compact city."
"In that case my lots will have risen in value."
"No doubt of it. You have made a good purchase. But what I was going to say is this. I am so dead tired that it would take an earthquake to wake me. Now, as you know, we have considerable money in the room, besides what we have outside. Suppose some thief entered our room in the night!"
"I wake easily," said Dean.
"That is lucky. There's a fellow with a hang-dog look rooms just opposite, whose appearance I don't like. I have caught him spying about and watching us closely. I think he is after our money."