There, on an old flour barrel, stood a large tin prospecting pan, in which the partners also occasionally used to knead their bread.

A dirty towel covered it.

Demorest whisked it dexterously aside, and disclosed three large fragments of decomposed gold and quartz.

Barker started back.
"Heft it!" said Demorest grimly.
Barker could scarcely lift the pan! "Four thousand dollars' weight if a penny!" said Stacy, in short staccato sentences.

"In a pocket! Brought it out the second stroke of the pick! We'd been awfully blue after you left.