“To be on the ground when he came—precisely. Well, friend Brush, we haven’t made any mistake in that. We’ve made it pay.”
“That is true. We stumbled upon a rich vein, which wasn’t to be expected after the place had been ransacked for years. I reckon that between us we have taken out six thousand dollars.”
“About that.”
“If Tom comes here, I will divide with him. He sha’n’t suffer any loss for stayin’ behind.”
“I have a different proposition to make, friend Brush. You say we have six thousand dollars?”
“As near as I can calc’late,” answered Peter.
“Then suppose we divide that into three portions—one for you, one for me, and the other for Tom.”
“Agreed, pard. But it’s hardly fair that you should give up part of your findings.”
“Why not?” asked the doctor sharply. “Do you mean to insinuate that Tom isn’t my friend, as well as yours?”
“No, of course not.”