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She's ourn we found 'er, Job an' me seen 'er out in th' race, us did, floatin' s' pretty, an' folleyed 'er, us did, 'til she came ashore. She b'longs t' us, me lord, as Job'll swear to diskiver a corp' means money, an' corpses, 'specially sich pretty 'uns, don't come often enough " "Pah!" cried my uncle. "There is a hurdle over yonder, fetch it you!"
Go to it, you terriers swim for the shore, boys, and good luck to you all. Our job'll be to pick up the rum-boat with her juicy cargo, an' hand her over to some Government official Jack knows about around these diggings. High low Jack an' the smugglin' game that spells the hull thing I kinder guess!"
That'll cost you $67.50, unless the scantling is too rotten to hold the nails, in which case the job'll cost you $18.75 more. I guess the rafters are strong enough to hold together a year or two longer."
"You'll leave about the first of September, Steve," he said, "and that'll give you time for the two weeks vacation that you ought to have. Then you can go back to Yale and pitch in till the next summer, when the same job'll be ready for you.
It's a down-hill haul, a mile, an' two horses can do it easy. In fact, their hardest job'll be haulin' the empty wagons up to the pit. Then I tied the colt an' went to figurin'. "The Jap professor'd told me the manager an' the other big guns of the company was comin' up on the mornin' train.
"How's dere goin' ter be any come-back? Mittel keeps it in his safe, don't he? Well, gentlemen's houses has been robbed before an' dis job'll be a good one. De geographfy stunt youse wants gets pinched wid de rest, dat's all. It disappears see? Who's ter know youse gets yer claws on it? It's just lost in de shuffle."
"It's Christmas Eve," he continued, rolling the wad of tobacco in his cheek, "an' this is the seventh we've met together. Somehow I feel it'll be the last, fer mighty changes are about to take place. There'll be so many of them green-eyed gold grabbers in here that our job'll be gone. They'll snook into every corner, an' what'll be left fer us?
She hesitated for an instant and added: "The job'll cost you fifty dollars." "Fifty dollars!" Consternation was in the man's tone. "Ain't that pretty steep for settin' a leg?" "That's my price." She added indifferently, "There's another sawbones sixty miles farther on." "You know well enough that she can't wait to get there." "Well," she shrugged her shoulder, "dig then."
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