“Then, gettin’ right down to business,” said Gopher Gabe, “wouldn’t you like to go in with us?”
“Getting right down to brass tacks, as you say. I’d like to do that very thing, if my understanding of your meaning is straight.”
“You ain’t playing this game of assayer hyer without a mighty good reason,” urged Gopher Gabe.
“You’re right, I ain’t!”
“The gold you get out of this dirt hyer you put into it before you get it out?”
Uncle Sam winked again, twisting his face in a comical smile. Then he lifted one eyelid.
“See anything green under there, gents?” he asked.
“Ve knowed all along that it was bluff,” said White-eyed Moses.
Uncle Sam winked again, at the fiddler.
“How much you makin’ out of it?” asked the saloon keeper.