Anyway, it looks as if we'd struck it pretty fair.
It's time, too--the June rise will hit us like a whirlwind one of these
days."
"About what is the value of those little pieces?" Hazel asked.
"Oh, fifty or sixty cents," he answered. "Not much by itself. But it
seems to be uniform over the bar--and I can wash a good many pans in a
day's work."
"I should think so," she remarked. "It didn't take you ten minutes to
do that one."
"Whitey Lewis and I took out over two hundred dollars a day on that
other creek last spring--no, a year last spring, it was," he observed
reminiscently. "This isn't as good, but it's not to be sneezed at,
either. I think I'll make me a rocker. I've sampled this bend quite a
lot, and I don't think I can do any better than fly at this while the
water stays low."
"I can help, can't I?" she said eagerly.
"Sure," he smiled. "You help a lot, little person, just sitting around
keeping me company."
"But I want to work," she declared. "I've sat around now till I'm
getting the fidgets."
"All right; I'll give you a job," he returned good-naturedly.
"Meantime, let's eat that lunch you packed up here."
In a branch of the creek which flowed down through the basin.
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