This was very encouraging. Luke and Ernest were not dead broke, but were near it. They had less than forty dollars between them, and they had already found out that living was high in California. They remained but a day in San Francisco, and then started for Oreville with Mr. Ashton. The two friends knew nothing of mining, but as practiced in those days it took very little time to learn. They found that their new friend was a man of consideration at Oreville. He owned several claims, and had no difficulty in finding them employment. They set to work at once, for they were almost penniless. It may easily be supposed that the miners were not fastidious about living. The cabins or huts which they occupied were primitive to the last degree. Generally they did their own cooking, such as it was. Three of these cabins Tom Ashton owned, and one was assigned to the use of Ernest and his friend. For years Ernest, with his old friend and supposed uncle, Peter Brant, had lived in a cabin at Oak Forks, but it was superior to their new residence. Yet his former experience enabled him the better to accommodate himself to the way of living at Oreville. For a month the two friends worked steadily at their claim, which Ashton had finally given them. They made little. In fact, it was with difficulty that they made expenses. "It will be a long time before we make our pile, Ernest," said Luke one evening, as he sat in front of his cabin smoking. "Yes, Luke, things don't look very promising," replied Ernest gravely. "If it weren't for my pipe I should feel blue." "That is where you have the advantage of me, Luke." "You have the same chance that I have. I have an extra pipe. Won't you take a smoke?" Ernest shook his head. "I think I'm better off without it." "Perhaps you're right, lad. I remember my poor father warned me against smoking. The question is, how long we'd better keep at it." "Is there anything else, Luke?" "Well, no; not here." "And we haven't money enough to get away." Just then a tall man with reddish hair strode across the field to their cabin. "Good-evening, neighbors," he said. "How are you making out?" "Not over well," answered Luke. "There's a difference in claims. You've got a poor one." "Probably you are right." "There's been considerable gold-dust gathered in Oreville within six months. I have been one of the lucky ones." "Indeed! I am glad of it." "Yes; I found a nugget two months since that I sold for two thousand dollars. I have made five thousand within a year." "You've been in luck. I wish the boy and I could be as successful." "The claim is not good enough to support two. Why not let the boy find something else?" "You wouldn't have me freeze him out?" said Luke in a tone of displeasure. "No, but suppose I find something for him to do? What then?" "That's a different matter. Have you an extra claim?" "Yes; but that isn't what I offer him. I have a plan in which he can help me." "What is it?"