“Then I must go to work and earn enough. What are the chances around here, Mr. Brush?”
“I’ll show you what we’ve done, Tom.”
Peter Brush led the way to his treasury, as he called the place where he had stored his gold dust.
“What do you say to that?”
“Is it gold dust?” asked Tom, taking up a handful in curiosity.
“Yes.”
“How much is all that worth?”
“Six thousand dollars.”
“You don’t mean to say you found it all here?” asked Tom, amazed.
“Yes, I do. We struck a rich vein.”