"I will," Sophie replied.
Pony-Fence and the Crosses were getting towards the door, Watty and George followed them.
"It's about time you was back, that's what I say, Sophie," George Woods said, gripping her hand as he passed. "There's been no luck on this field since you went away."
Sophie smiled into his kindly brown eyes.
"That's right," Watty backed up his mate heartily.
"But," Sophie said, "they tell me Potch has had all the luck."
"So he has," George Woods agreed.
"It's a great stone, isn't it, Sophie?" Watty said.
"I haven't seen it yet," Sophie said. "Michael said he'd get Potch to show it to me to-night."
"Not seen it?" George gasped. "Not seen the big opal! Say, boys"—he turned to Pony-Fence, and the Crosses—"I reck'n we'll have to stay for this. Sophie hasn't seen Potch's opal yet. Bring her along, Potch. Bring her along, and let's all have another squint at her. You can't get too much of a good thing."