"
After Dunlop had gone Tom and Harry walked up and down the trail
together under the stars.
"Sixteen hundred dollars a month Dunlop is offering the two of
us," half sighed Hazelton. "Two months of that would mean thirty-two
hundred dollars. How much money have we now, Tom?"
"Six hundred and forty-two dollars and nineteen cents," Reade
answered dryly.
"That won't last us long, will it?"
"No; especially as we owe some of it on bills soon due at Dugout."
"Then---what?"
"I don't know," Tom answered almost fiercely. "Yes; I do know!
As soon as our present few pennies are gone it means a future of
fight and toil, on empty stomachs. But it's worth it, Harry---if
we live through the ordeal."
"And for what are we fighting?" inquired Harry musingly.
"First of all, then, for gold."
"Tom, I never knew you to be so crazy about gold before. What
are we going to do with it---if we get it?"
"There are the folks at home."
"Of course, Tom, and they would be our first thought---if we had
the gold.
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