"
"He won't pay any more than he has to," rejoined Reade.
"Do you really want to work for Dunlop?"
"I really don't care a straw whether I do or not," was Tom's answer.
"Harry, we're in the very heart of the gold country and we don't
need to work for copper pennies."
"If you'll allow me to say so, friends," put in Jim Ferrers, "I
believe you two are the original pair with long heads and I'm going
to stick to you as long as you'll let me."
"Me, too," piped up Alf Drew ungrammatically.
The young cigarette fiend was at that instant engaged in rolling
one of his paper abominations.
Click-ick-ick-ick!
"Rattlers again!" shivered Alf.
Paper and tobacco fell from his fingers and he fled in terror.
CHAPTER VI
TOM CATCHES THE "NEVADA FEVER"
Two nights passed without adventure. On each of these nights
the three campers---for Alf didn't "count" divided the hours
of darkness into three watches, each standing guard in his turn.
On the third morning after the departure of the Bright Hope
group the campers were seated at breakfast around the packing
case that served as table.
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