"Here they come!"
From the ladder a steady stream of men discharged itself until the
last one was up.
"Where are you going, Tim?" called Tom, turning just in time to
note big Walsh's movements.
"Going to call Mr. Hazelton, sir."
"Don't do it. Don't get him stirred up for nothing."
"For nothing, boss?"
"Don't bother Hazelton until we can tell him something more definite.
Boys, with all my heart I hope that we have something as good
as we appear to have. But every man of you knows that, once in
a while, gold is found abundantly in a few hundred pounds of rock,
and then, from that point on, no more yellow is found. We won't
get excited until we get our first thousand dollars' worth out
of the ground and have the smelter's check in hand. We'll hope---and
pray---but we won't cheer just yet."
"Humph! If you don't want us to cheer, then what shall we do?"
demanded big Walsh.
"We'll work!" Tom retorted energetically. "We'll work as we never
did before. We'll keep things moving every minute of the time.
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