"There's enough among us----" began Yank.
"You mean you already have your share of the partnership finances," corrected Talbot, quickly. "If we're going to be partners--and that's desired and understood, I suppose?" We all nodded emphatic agreement. "We must all put in the same amount. I move that said amount be two hundred and twenty dollars apiece. Yank, you can loaf to-morrow; you've got your share all made up. You can put in the day finding out all about getting to the mines, and how much it costs, and what we will need."
"As for the rest of us," cried Talbot, "we've got to rustle up two hundred and twenty dollars each before to-morrow evening!"
"How should I know? Out there" he waved his hand abroad at the flickering lights. "There is the Golden City, challenging every man as he enters her gates. She offers opportunity and fortune. All a man has to do is go and take them! Accept the challenge!"
"The only way I could take them would be to lift them off some other fellow at the point of a gun," said Johnny gloomily.
We talked the situation over thoroughly, and then turned in, having lost our chance to see the sights. Beneath us and in the tent next door went on a tremendous row of talking, laughing, and singing that for a little while prevented me from falling asleep. But the last month had done wonders for me in that way; and shortly I dropped off.
Hours later I awakened, shivering with cold to find the moonlight pouring into the room, and the bunks all occupied. My blanket had disappeared, which accounted for my dreams of icebergs. Looking carefully over the sleeping forms I discerned several with two blankets, and an equal number with none! At first I felt inclined to raise a row; then thought better of it, by careful manipulation I abstracted two good blankets from the most unprotected of of my neighbours, wrapped them tightly about me, and so slept soundly.
We went downstairs and out into the sweetest of mornings. The sun was bright, the sky clear and blue, the wind had not yet risen, balmy warmth showered down through every particle of the air. I had felt some May days like this back on our old farm. Somehow they were associated in my mind with Sunday morning and the drawling, lazy clucking of hens. Only here there were no hens, and if it was Sunday morning--which it might have been--nobody knew it.