The two shook hands solemnly.
"You're about finished ?" continued Cribbens, pushing back.

"Le's go out in the bar an' have a drink on it." "Sure, sure," said the dentist.
The two sat up late that night in a corner of the barroom discussing the probability of finding gold in the Panamint hills.

It soon became evident that they held differing theories.

McTeague clung to the old prospector's idea that there was no way of telling where gold was until you actually saw it.

Cribbens had evidently read a good many books upon the subject, and had already prospected in something of a scientific manner.
"Shucks!" he exclaimed.