The night was sultry, and the fire-flies (though dull in the radiance of the moon) darted, like soft little shooting-stars, across the still face of shadow, and the flood of the light of the moon was at its height, submerging every thing.
While we were whispering and keeping in the shade for fear of attracting any wanderer's notice, we saw the broad figure of the Sawyer rising from a hollow of the bank, and behind him came Martin the foreman, and we soon saw that due preparation had been made, for they took from under some drift-wood (which had prevented us from observing it) a small movable crane, and fixed it on a platform of planks which they set up in the river-bed.
"Palefaces eat gold," Suan Isco said, reflectively, and as if to satisfy herself.

"Dem eat, drink, die gold; dem pull gold out of one other's ears.

Welly hope Mellican mans get enough gold now." "Don't be sarcastic, now, Suan," I answered; "as if it were possible to have enough!" "For my part," said Firm, who had been unusually silent all the evening, "I wish it had never been found at all.

As sure as I stand here, mischief will come of it.

It will break up our household.