Trust 'em!" "What!" cried Denham, laughing.

"Is it likely?
Here's a gold-mine, sure enough; but if there's one here, don't you think there must be plenty more places in this country where people could dig down and get gold ?" "May be, sir," said Briggs, scratching his ear.
"Is there only one tin-mine in Cornwall, Sergeant ?" I said.
"Only one tin-mine in Cornwall!" cried Briggs in disgust.

"Whatcher talking about?
Why, the country's full of 'em.

You find tin wherever you like to cut down to one kind o' rock as is what they call quartz, and where there's tin in it there's a lot o' red powder as well; and when you break a bit there's the tin, all in pretty little black shiny grains.

Oh, there's plenty o' tin in Cornwall, only it costs a lot to dig and blast it out o' the mine." "So you may depend upon it there's plenty of gold here, sergeant," said Denham, taking the piece of stone I had picked up and holding it out to the sergeant.