What'd he want to come pokin' into the mine at all fer?
What the devil did the other one interfere in what didn't concern him fer?
But we've got it in spite of 'em.' Rogers had plunged his hands into the skin bag.
'All, Rogers, all!' For the moment Shine's cupidity triumphed over his fears.

'Every blessed ounce.

All the stuff I've been puddlin' away in the floor o' that drive fer weeks.

An' the nugget, ain't it a beauty--ain't it a beauty?
An' to think I've been shepherdin' that daisy fer ten shifts! Dick crept closer and, peering through a slit in the great hollow trunk of the tree, saw that Rogers was handling the contents of the bag.

On his knee lay a gleaming mass that the boy knew to be a beautiful nugget.
'What devil's luck brought that young fool to the 'T' drive ?' 'He must 'a' heard you splashin'.