"I have!"
"Well, it's only fifteen feet to bed-rock there. The old channel of that pup runs underneath your claim and mine and is mighty rich. The gold found on the creek claim looks exactly like ours: I saw some of it lying in a pan."
John was watching the face of his friend intently.
"These hillside claims are two hundred and fifty feet long, and stretch one thousand feet back, which means the chances are that the claims you and I are prospecting cover one thousand feet of mighty rich ground."
"We are wealthy men," said John.
And his thought passed in a flash to Alice Peel.
"Hold on!—we ain't got them yet," counselled Hugh.
His mind reverted to Poo-Bah.