"Hush! we mustn't take it out now. Somebody might be looking. We'll wait till it's darker."
Just then the tramp before mentioned strolled up.
"What luck, friends?" he asked.
"Same as usual," answered Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't you want to buy the claim?"
"Not I," and the tramp, quite deceived by his manner, kept on his round.
CHAPTER XXIII. — RAISING THE NUGGET.
"It's lucky we covered up the gold," said Obed, in a low voice. "That's the last man I wanted to discover our good luck."
"Shan't we keep on working?" asked Harry, in excitement.