Their supply of
provisions was exhausted, and there was no means of purchasing a
fresh supply.
Bradley took out his supply of gold, and surveyed it ruefully.
"Ben," said he, "I never knew before how little good there is in
bein' rich. Here we've both got money, and we can't get anything for
it. It's cheap traveling for we haven't spent anything sence we've
left Murphy's."
"I wish we could spend some of our money," said Ben uneasily. "If
there was only a baker's, or an eating-house here, I'd be willing to
pay five dollars for a good square meal."
"So would I. Somehow, gold don't look as good to me as it used to.
We may starve to death with money in our pockets."
Ben's eyes were fixed upon a slender brook not far away that
threaded its silvery way down a gentle incline from the midst of
underbrush.
"I wonder if we can't catch some trout," he said. "Don't they have
trout in these mountains?"
"To be sure they do; and the best in the world," said Bradley
briskly." The California mountain trout can't be beat."
"But we have no fishing-tackle," suggested Ben.
"Never mind, we have our guns."
"How will that help us?"
"We can shoot them, to be sure.
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