“You’re young yet. There’s time enough for you to become rich, as I doubt not you will.”
About half-past nine o’clock Bush and Harry threw themselves down in the shadow of their tent, and courted sleep. They did not take the trouble to undress, but merely wrapped themselves in blankets and lay down.
“I feel more sleepy than usual,” said Bush. “Maybe it’s the excitement of finding the nugget.”
“That’s what keeps me awake,” said Harry.
As he spoke he began to listen intently.
“What’s the matter?” asked Bush.
“I thought I heard somebody just outside.”
“Somebody passing on their way to their own tent.”
“It may be so. I hope whoever it is didn’t hear what you said about the nugget.”
“They wouldn’t find it here, at any rate. Good-night, Harry.”