“What time is it, Obed?” asked Harry.
“Past eight o’clock. We shall be late at our work.”
He smiled, and his smile was reflected on the faces of the boys. Their success of the day before made it a matter of indifference whether they accomplished a good day’s work or not.
“What are we going to do about the nugget, Obed?” asked Harry.
“After breakfast we will carry it to the office of the commissioner, and get his receipt for it.”
“I shall be glad to get it out of our hands,” said Jack.
“If that is the case, Jack, suppose you give your share to me,” said Harry, in joke.
“I didn’t mean to get rid of it in that way,” said the young sailor.
“You would be as ready to give it as I to accept it,” said Harry. “No, Jack, I want you to have your share. I am sure you will have a use for it.”
After breakfast the three emerged from the cabin, bearing the precious nugget with them. They did not meet any one on their way to the office of the commissioner, for all the miners had gone to their work. This suited them, for until they had disposed of the nugget, they did not care to have their good luck made public.