Dunlop. "Lad, don't you know that I've been all over this
country with old-time prospectors? There isn't any claim left
that will pay you for the trouble of locating and working it."
"We're going to hope for better luck than your words promise us,
sir," Harry hinted.
"You'll have your labor for your pains, then, and the satisfaction
of finding yourselves fools," exclaimed Dunlop testily. "You'd
better drop all that nonsense, and report to me after breakfast."
"It's not to be thought of, Mr. Dunlop," Tom replied gravely.
"We are here in the land of gold. We think we see our chance
to work for ourselves for a while, and we're going to make the
most of our chance."
"Then you're a pair of idiots," quivered indignant Dunlop.
"We'll be our own fools, then," smiled Harry.
"I beg your pardon for getting out of patience," spoke Mr. Dunlop,
more gently. "I'm disappointed in you. All the way here I have
been planning to get you both at work early. The stockholders in
the Bright Hope are all looking for early results.
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