"Two hundred and fifty in each." "So they are," cried Bigley with his eyes dilating; and, however much we may have been disappointed over the silver mine, the counting-house now seemed to be a perfect treasure cave, such an armoury had it become.
"I say, they won't go off, will they ?" cried Bigley.
"Pshaw! Not they.

I say, wouldn't old Bob like to be here now ?" "Ah, wouldn't he ?" said Bigley.

"Why, it's like being in a real robbers' cave." "No," I said; "not robbers'," and I recalled the thoughts I had indulged in earlier in the day.
"No; of course not," said Bigley thoughtfully; "it isn't like a robbers' cave.

I say, don't it look as if there were going to be a fight ?" I nodded, and wondered whether there would be.
"Should you like to be in it if there was ?" I said in a curious doubting manner.
Bigley rubbed one ear, and picked up a sword.
"I don't know," he said.

"Sometimes I think I should; but sometimes I feel as if it would be very horrid to give a fellow a chop with a thing like this, just as if he was so much meat.