Get the kind, Jim, who
don't balk at bullets when they have to face 'em, for we've a
hornets' nest over yonder. Get sober, level-headed fellows who
know how to fight---men of good judgment and nerve. Pay 'em what's
right. You know the state of wages around here. While you're
at Dugout, Jim, pick out a two-mule team and a good, dependable
wagon for carting supplies. Put all the chuck aboard that you
think we'll need for the next two or three weeks. I'll give you,
also, a list of digging tools and some of the explosives that
we'll need in shaft sinking. While you're in Dugout, Jim, pick
up two good ponies, with saddles and bridles. I guess I'd better
write down some of these instructions, hadn't I?"
"And write down the street corner where I'm to pick up the money,
Mr. Reade," begged Ferrers dryly. "You can't do much in the credit
line in Nevada."
"The street corner where you're to find the money, eh, Jim?" smiled
Tom. "Yes; I believe I can do that, too. You know the map of
Dugout, don't you?"
"'Course.
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