"Yes, but there may be another nugget."
"And there may not."
"Then he'll be a loser. Of course there's a risk."
"Is the Yankee going to stay around here?" asked Colson.
"No; he and the two boys are going to Melbourne. I believe they are going back to America."
"It's a shame that such a prize should go to Americans," said Colson, in a discontented tone.
He would have been very glad to head a movement for robbing Obed and the boys of the proceeds of their lucky discovery, on this flimsy ground. But Tom Lewis was a fair-minded man.
"I don't see what that has to do with it," said he. "They found it, and they have a right to it. Of course, I'd rather it had been me; but it wasn't, and there's an end of it."
"Some people are born lucky!" grumbled Colson, as Lewis walked away. "I never had any luck."
"The nugget you found wasn't quite so valuable," returned Ropes grimly.