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Wilhelmina stood beside him, putting the best of them into an ore-sack and piling the rest on the dump; and as he met her glad smile he laid down his tools and nodded at her wisely. "Big doings, kid," he said. "There's some rock that'll make 'em scream. D'ye remember what I said about Dusty Rhodes? Well, maybe I didn't call the turn he did just exactly what I said.
"Well, course I saw her home, and tried my best to be interesting, but if a fellow ever in his natural life becomes a double-barreled jackass, it's just immediately after he falls in love. Why, he ain't as interesting as the unlettered side of an ore-sack.
"Now fill up your ore-sack," he said to Juan, "and all you can stuff into it is yours." "For a gift?" faltered Juan, and as Rimrock nodded he buried his hands in the coin. The dollars clanged and rattled as they spilled on the table and a great silence came over the crowd. They gazed at Old Juan as if he were an Aladdin, or All Baba in his treasure-cave.
"Sí, Sí, Señor!" answered Juan deferentially; and Rimrock smiled as he patted his shoulder. "You are a good man, Juan," he said. "A good friend of mine I will remember it. Now get me an ore-sack a strong one like the one that contained the picked gold." "Un momento!" smiled Juan hurrying off towards the store and the Mexicans began to swarm to and fro.
Deep as he could dig there was nothing but the white waste and he paced off the width of the pile; then very systematically he moved across the slope, grabbing handfuls of fine dirt at measured intervals and throwing them into an ore-sack.
"Muy bien," pronounced Rimrock as he inspected the ore-sack, "now come with me, Amigo!" Amigo Juan went, and all his friends after him, to see what El Patron would do. Something generous and magnificent, they knew very well, for El Patron was gentleman, muy caballero.
Bible-Back Murray paused and looked him over, and his prospector's pick and ore-sack, and a glint came into one eye. The other eye remained fixed in a cold, rheumy stare, and Denver sensed that it was made of glass. "Who are you working for?" rasped Murray and as he raised his voice the guard started down the dump.
"Dat's all righd!" repeated the Professor, "now you think you're so smart I'm going to prove you a liar! I heard you the other day tell dis young man here dat dere vas no golt in dis district. Vell! All righd! We vill see now joost look! Vat you call dat now, my goot young friend?" He dumped out the contents of his canvas ore-sack and nodded to Denver triumphantly. "I suppose dat aindt golt, eh!
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