Do you know," he added, in a low, confidential tone, "that all the mines in California send their clean-ups and gold bricks down to the Selby smeltin' works once every week?
They send 'em to San Francisco first, and they are taken up to Selby's Wednesday afternoons on a little stern-wheel steamer called the "Monticello." All them bricks are in a box--dumped in like so much coal--and that box sets just under the wheel-house, for'ard.

How much money do you suppose them bricks represent?
Well, I'll tell you; last week they represented seven hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

Well, now, I got a chart of the bay near Vallejo; the channel's all right, but there are mudflats that run out from shore three miles.

Enough water for a whitehall, but not enough for--well, for the patrol boat, for instance.

Two or three slick boys, of a foggy night--of course, I'm not in that kind of game, but strike! it would be a deal now, wouldn't it ?" "Don't you believe him, miss," put in K.D.B."He's just talking to show off." "I think your scheme of holding up a Cunard liner," said Condy, with great earnestness, "is more feasible.