Now, boss, you're begging us not
to be hopeful, and the luck is changing."
"I'm not kicking against hopefulness," Tom objected, smiling.
"All I ask of you men is not to spend the whole year's profits
from the mine before we get even one load fit to haul to the smelter."
"We've got the ore dump started," retorted Jennison, "and we don't
have to haul stuff to the smelter. Boss, you can raise money
enough without hauling a single load before spring."
"How?" Tom wanted to know.
"The banks at Dugout will lend you a small fraction of the value
of the dump as soon as they're satisfied that it has any value,"
Jim Ferrers explained.
"I didn't know that," Tom admitted.
"Now you can understand why the boys are excited tonight. They
know you'll outfit the camp liberally enough if the yellow streak
holds out."
"Outfit the camp liberally?" repeated Tom. "I'll go just as far
in that line as my partners will stand for."
"We want a bang-up Christmas dinner, you see, boss," Tim Walsh
explained.
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