I was going to say silver; but I felt, after my father's words, as if I ought to be cautious.
"I believe I know what's inside," said my companion.
"Well, what ?" I cried, as I tugged at another screw which refused to go round.
"New tools for the mine." "Why, of course!" I exclaimed.

"Here: you go on.

I can't manage this screw.

How stupid of me not to think of it!" "There he goes!" said Bigley, giving the screw a good wrench.

"How many more are there?
I see: these two." He attacked them one after the other, talking the while.
"I wonder you don't know what's in the box," he said.