"And what was ye goin' to do with that ?" he said, pointing to the treasure.
"Oh, we're taking that with us.

There's a chunk for each of us as a memento.

We cast lots for the choice, and Demorest won,--that one which you couldn't lift with one hand, you know," said Stacy.
"Oh, couldn't I?
I reckon you ain't goin' to give me the same chance that they did at the Mint, eh ?" Although the remark was accompanied with his usual coarse, familiar laugh, there was a look in his eye so inconsequent in its significance that Stacy would have made some reply, but at this moment Demorest re-entered the cabin, ushering in a half dozen miners from the Bar below.

They were, although youngish men, some of the older locators in the vicinity, yet, through years of seclusion and uneventful labors, they had acquired a certain childish simplicity of thought and manner that was alternately amusing and pathetic.

They had never intruded upon the reserve of the three partners of Heavy Tree Hill before; nothing but an infantine curiosity, a shy recognition of the partners' courtesy in inviting them with the whole population of Heavy Tree to the dinner the next day, and the never-to-be-resisted temptation of an evening of "free liquor" and forgetfulness of the past had brought them there now.
Among them, and yet not of them, was a young man who, although speaking English without accent, was distinctly of a different nationality and race.