CHAPTER XXVIII.
A RICH DEPOSIT.
About the middle of the next forenoon Tom suddenly stopped work.
"What's the matter, Tom? Are you tired?"
"No, but I feel like exploring a little. Who goes with me?"
"Not I," answered Ferguson. "Let well enough alone."
"I'll go with you," said Russell. "I should like a holiday. Besides, we may discover something."
"'A rolling stone gathers no moss,'" said Ferguson.
"True, but there's another proverb: 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' Tom and I will try a little play."