I should think a gold digger's life is very much like a gambler's.
“I reckon he knew whom he was shooting at,” answered the gold digger.
“I reckon you ought to know better than to ask it,” returned the gold digger.
A Californian gold digger having become rich, desired a friend to procure for him a library of books.
“Thank you,” said the Gold Digger, getting up slowly and strolling forward.