“Three dollars and my dinner. It won’t take me more than three hours to finish up the job. What do you think of that?”
“I’d like a job like it. I’m getting alarmed at the high prices here in Sacramento. I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“How much have you got left?”
“Only nine dollars, and it will cost me that to get to the nearest mines.”
“That’s bad!” said Tom, looking perplexed. “Perhaps father’ll lend you some.”
Grant shook his head.
“I don’t want to borrow of him,” he said. “He will have all he can do to look out for himself and your mother.”
“I don’t know but he will.”
“I guess I’ll get along somehow,” said Grant, with assumed cheerfulness.
“If I can help you, Grant, I will; but it isn’t like being out on the plains. It didn’t cost so much there for living.”