He held fast to one big nugget, spread his fat legs over the remaining heap of them, and fought Bud's hand away with the other fist.
"No, no, no! Tell a worl' no, no, no!" he remonstrated vehemently, until Bud whooped with laughter.
"All right--all right! Keep your gold, durn it.

You're like all the rest--minute you get your paws on to some of the real stuff, you go hog-wild over it." Cash was pouring the fine gold back into the buck skin bag and the baking-powder cans.
"Let the kid play with it," he said.

"Getting used to gold when he's little will maybe save him from a lot of foolishness over it when he gets big.

I dunno, but it looks reasonable to me.

Let him have a few nuggets if he wants.