The tide had nearly reached the camp when Lessels returned.
"I haven't found any more nuggets, Lessels," said Stanley, despondingly. "Did you get the change all right?"
"No: I brought the gold back with me, 'cos the man said it was only a bwick!"
"Only a brick!" echoed Stan, with a dry sob. "I'm so thirsty and tired, Les."
"You've got gold fever, like I had," said Lessels, sympathetically. "Lie down an' west a bit while I dwink up the ginger-beer which the man gave me for nothing."
"All right, greedy!"
"I'm not gweedy, Stan, only thirsty. You can have a little dwop when I've cut the string an' shot the cork off. Then we'll go home to bweakfast, won't we?"
"It's nearly dinner time now, Lessels," said Stanley, sadly. "And we can't go home without a single nugget to buy presents with, or dada'll be sure to whack us."
"'I DON'T LIKE KLONDYKE.'"