You'd ought to have more respect for me, considerin' I was your boss once." "I'd give something for that boy's luck." "Joe's luck?
Well, things have gone pretty well with turn; but that don't explain all his success--he's willin' to work." "So am I." "Then go to work on your claim.

There's no knowin' but there's a bigger nugget inside of it.

If you stand round with your hands in your pockets, you'll never find it." "It's the poorest claim in the gulch," said Hogan discontentedly.
"It pays the poorest because you don't work half the time." Hogan apparently didn't like Mr.Bickford's plainness of speech.

He walked away moodily, with his hands in his pockets.

He could not help contrasting his penniless position with the enviable position of the two friends, and the devil, who is always in wait for such moments, thrust an evil suggestion into his mind.
It was this: He asked himself why could he not steal the nugget which Joe had found?
"He can spare it, for he has sold the claim for a fortune," Hogan reasoned.