I'd hate to pack twenty pounds over that country even with rest, food, and water.

He was toting it on nothing.
We told him so, and he came to see it, but he never could persuade himself to get rid of the gold all at once.

Instead he threw away the pieces one by one.

Each sacrifice seemed to nerve him up for another heat.

I can shut my eyes and see it now--the wide, glaring, yellow country, the pasteboard mountains, we three dragging along, and the fierce sunshine flashing from the doubloons as one by one they went spinning through the air..