Say, it's a gold mine, I tell you, and just five hundred of it is yours.

There's no danger on earth to you, for you've got McLean that bamboozled you could sell out the whole swamp and he'd never mistrust you.

What do you say ?" Freckles' soul was satisfied.

"Is that all ?" he asked.
"No, it ain't," said Wessner.

"If you really want to brace up and be a man and go into the thing for keeps, you can make five times that in a week.