“About how much does it weigh?”
“About seventy-five pounds. I don’t mind gratifying your innocent curiosity, Fletcher.”
Fletcher’s eyes sparkled.
“It must be very valuable,” he said.
“I reckon it is.”
“At what do you estimate it—twenty thousand dollars?”
“Not as much as that.”
“It ought to come pretty near it, though.”
Obed did not answer.
“It’s a great prize. You were very lucky.”