I wouldn't be wearin'
no sich clothes as these yere."
"That's all humbug," exclaimed David. "The silver things that old
Jordan buried, the spoons, knives and dishes, were all dug up again
and are in use now every day. General Gordon never had eighty
thousand dollars in gold and silver."
"Don't you b'lieve no sich story as that ar," replied Dan, with a
knowing shake of his head.
"That's what the Gordons say, anyhow."
"In course they do; an' they say it kase they don't want nobody
diggin' arter that thar bar'l. They wants to find it theirselves. How
much be you goin' to get fur these quail, Davy? As much as
twenty-five dollars, mebbe thirty, won't you?"
This question showed that Dan didn't know all about the matter, and
David took courage. "Yes, all of that," he replied.
"More, I reckon mebbe, won't ye?"
"I think so."
"You won't get fifty, will you?" said Dan, opening his eyes.
"I hope I shall."
"Whew!" whistled Dan. He threw down his frow and mallet and seated
himself on the pile of shingles, with an air which said very plainly,
that with such an amount of money in prospect there was no need that
any more work should be done. "That's a fortin, Davy. It's an amazin'
lot fur poor folks like us, an' I can't somehow git it through my
head that we're goin' to git so much.
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