human
I see that you have already found your goldmine,
gpt
And without digging in mud and gravel for the gold, the cashier replied, with a grin and a wink.
human
But, there is not as much gold in it as you might think. Now, how much do you suppose those eggs cost me a dozen?
gpt
Never sold any, smiled back Thure.
human
We always gave them away.
gpt
Huh! I'll take a car load at that price. Now, them identical eggs that you ate this morning cost me at the rate of Thirteen Dollars and Seventy-five cents a dozen, wholesale! I reckon you are new to the diggings, or you would know that prices on everything have gone soaring up like skyrockets, and the cashier, who happened also to be the proprietor, threw up both hands despairingly toward the ceiling.
human
Say, what do you suppose I have to pay the fellow who washes the dishes? Seventy-five Dollars a week and keep! And the cook, Mother of men! he gets One Hundred and Eighty-five Dollars a week! Got to pay it, or they'll go to the diggings.
gpt
Excuse me, broke in Bud, who at this moment suddenly thought that no one would be apt to know more about the goings and the comings of the miners, than the hotelkeeper, himself.
human
But, do you happen to know of any miners in town who are going to Hangtown? We expect to find our dads there; and want to get away from here as soon as we can.
gpt
Now, and the broad forehead wrinkled,
human
and the wrinkles vanished.
gpt
Yankee Tom and his company were to start for Hangtown this morning; and, I reckon, if you hustle, you can yet get to them before they start. You see--
human
Where'll we find them?
gpt
See that big sycamore over yonder?
human
Yes.
gpt
Well, Yankee Tom's camp is under that tree. Just head for that tree, and you will sure hit his camp, if he is still there; but you'd better hustle,