"Do you steal food, too ?" Once More Tom turned on his heel.

Harry walked along with him.
Jim Ferrers all but walked backward, holding his rifle ready and keeping a keen eye over the claim stealers.
"Come along, Jim," called Tom at last.

"Those fellows won't do any shooting.

Their minds are now set on their new claim.

They expect to dig out gold enough to enable them to buy two or three banks.