He was an amusing chap, and we did not want any accident to happen to him.

Hollis rushed into his room and procured a long pair of pincers, and the rest of us held the little miser while Hollis tried to relieve him of the cause of his suffering.
But poor Tiny did not understand our intentions.

He still thought we were seeking to rob him of his night's takings, and resisted vehemently.
His struggles fixed the coin firmer, and, in spite of our efforts, he died--one more victim, among many, to the fierce fever for gold.
* * * * * I dreamt a very curious dream about riches once, that made a great impression upon me.

I thought that I and a friend--a very dear friend--were living together in a strange old house.

I don't think anybody else dwelt in the house but just we two.