That's all I know.

You can do as you please about your diamond.

I 'm just giving you the information." He turned sharply and went on then, while Sam the jeweler, the rest of the loiterers clustered around him, looked appealingly toward Fairchild.
"What 'll we do ?" he wailed.
Fairchild turned.

"I don't know about you--but I 'm going to the mine." "It won't do any good--bodies don't float.

It may never float--if it gets caught down in the timbers somewheres." "Have to organize a bucket brigade." It was a suggestion from one of the crowd.
"Why not borry the Argonaut pump?
They ain't using it." "Go get it! Go get it!" This time it was the wail of the little jeweler.