Jumping high into the air and whooping at every other step he raced to the camp and soon had the small scale which they had brought with them from Wabinosh House.

The nuggets they had found that afternoon weighed full seven ounces, and the fine gold, after allowing the deduction of a third for sand, weighed a little more than eleven ounces.
"Eighteen ounces--and a quarter!" Rod gave the total in a voice tremulous with incredulity.
"Eighteen ounces--at twenty dollars an ounce--three hundred and sixty dollars!" he figured rapidly.

"By George--" The prospect seemed too big for him, and he stopped.
"Less than half a day's work," added Wabi.

"We're doing better than John Ball and the Frenchmen.

It means eighteen thousand dollars a month!" "And by autumn--" began Rod.
He was interrupted by the inimitable chuckling laugh of Mukoki and found the old warrior's face a map of creases and grimaces.
"In twent' t'ous'nd moon--mak' heem how much ?" he questioned.
In all his life Wabigoon had never heard Mukoki joke before, and with a wild whoop of joy he rolled the stoical old pathfinder off the rock on which he was sitting, and Rod joined heartily in Wabi's merriment.
And Mukoki's question proved not to be so much of a joke after all, as the boys were soon to learn.