“At any rate, I’ve a mind to see what it means, if it means anything. So I’m going to leave you here, and go up there. If I find nothing, well and good, I’ll come back. If I’m lucky, we’ll share the good luck. What do you say?”
“That you are very generous, Bush.” Harry had come to call him so, for they are not very ceremonious at the mines.
“Wait till you have something to thank me for.”
The next morning, accordingly, Harry was left alone. He worked all day without meeting with much success. All the gold he found probably would not have amounted to fifty cents, and that was not a very liberal compensation for the long and tiresome labor needed.
At nightfall Bush came back.
“Well, Bush,” said Harry, “have you met with any success?”
“No,” said Bush; “and I didn’t expect any, not to-day.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s only the first day.”