"I should say! Reckon we washed out ten dollars in just those two pans." "And there'll be millions!" "That German has a million now!" "Wait till we tell Harry about the sacks." "Not a word of this to those Tarryall and Grab-all folks. Keep mum!" "You bet. Don't want any stampede. We'll pretend we're going out disgusted." "Wonder if the German expects us to stay in all winter?" "We don't care. We can build a cabin and kill buffalo and deer." "And pile up the sand and wash cleaner after the snow comes." "Shall we start tonight? Ought to be making tracks." "N-no," said Terry. "It'll be dark before we can pack up. Shucks!" For the sun had set early behind the high peaks and already the dusk was creeping into the hollows. "We'll start first thing in the morning, then," declared George. "Hurrah! We've struck it, haven't we?" "That's so." The fact was so stupendous that Terry felt almost frightened over the great good fortune. "Two days there and two days back again." "He said he'd wait. He's got a sack to fill." "Hope we don't talk in our sleep," babbled George. "If we don't, nobody'll guess we're rich. We mustn't go grinning 'round, just the same," babbled Terry. "No. We'll act mad, like the rest." And so, this evening, they were careful to appear very solemn. But of course the night was a difficult one for sleep, when a fellow's brain thronged with golden secrets. And as early as they two were in their morning start for Gregory Gulch, others were as early. This camp of Grab-all was largely a disgruntled camp. There was no lumber on hand for sluices, the conveniently worked ground had already been taken up by the Tarryall men, most of the newcomers were short on provisions, nobody knew but that winter would set in before many weeks; and so everybody from Gregory was planning to leave as soon as he had located a claim. In fact, when Jenny finally was packed, and in the pink dawn unwillingly stepped forth at the bidding of "Gwan! Hep, now!" from Terry and a slap on the flank from George, half a dozen outfits were heading up the trail. Urged to make the most of her long legs, Jenny pressed after. "You boys are in more of a hurry to get out than you were to get in, seems to me," challenged one party whom they passed. "Must have heard of a new strike, eh?" "Yes, sir-ee!" affirmed Terry, daringly. He had to say that much, or he'd burst, but of course the man did not believe him. They made the trip in best time, and arrived at Gregory Gulch soon after sun-up of the third morning. CHAPTER XXI TERRY MAKES A DEAL Even in the short time that they had been absent the Gulch had improved--for now on Gregory Point stood the preacher's church. However, they might not stop to congratulate him and to explain why they had not helped. All this fuss and furor in Gregory diggin's seemed small business to anybody who knew just where not merely one pound a day but several pounds a day were to be made easy.