human
Whoop! I've struck it! Struck it rich, boys! and the miner, almost beside himself with excitement, swiftly gathered the golden bits out of the pan and spread them out on the palm of his hand where all could see.
gpt
A good ten ounces! he almost shouted, as he tossed them up and down to test their weight.
human
One hundred and sixty dollars! And out of the first pan full of pay-dirt! Gee-wilikins, but won't this be good news for Mollie!
gpt
You shore have struck it, Dickson, declared Ham, who, with glowing eyes, had been examining the bits of gold on the palm of the miner's hand.
human
I reckon thar's a pocketful of it where that comed from, and he glanced toward the big rock.
gpt
That thar rock acted like a big riffle an' stopped th' gold a-comin' down th' stream that hit ag'in it. I'm mighty glad you've hit y'ur luck at last, and the big hand of Ham went out in a hearty grip of the miner's calloused palm.
human
You shore deserve it, Dickson.
gpt
Supposing we wait and see him wash out another pan of dirt, and Thure turned his flushed face and glowing eyes eagerly to Ham.
human
I never was so much interested in anything in my life.
gpt
You shore have got the gold-fever an' got it bad, laughed Ham.
human
An', I reckon, you're not th' only boy hereabouts that is a-sufferin' with it, and he glanced at Bud's flushed face.
gpt
Wal, I'm some interested myself in seein' how Dickson's luck holds out; so we'll wait tew see the washin' of another pan.