Part 5 (1/2)

”Because if the sun were to flash on the gla.s.s or bra.s.swork, it would be sartin to catch the eye of someone in the village, and if it did you may be sure they would send up to see what it was. Still, if you can make out the village, it will save us the need for keeping watch in the daytime down below. It is from there we have got to expect an attack the most, and if you saw them moving out strong, you could shout down to us and we should be ready for them. At night, in course, we must watch both places, for there may be, for anything we know, a big village half a mile from here, and the attack might come from one way or the other. I expect you would rather work than watch, d.i.c.k; so you had better arrange to change places with Tom in the middle of the day, then you can each work half a day. You will find that plenty, I warrant.”

”Did you find water, Dave?”

”Yes, plenty of it, enough for the horses and the was.h.i.+ng too.”

Chapter XI.--Hard At Work.

Tom took the first watch in the morning. d.i.c.k rendered all the a.s.sistance he could to the men, who cut down a couple of the trees that stood in the gorge, chopped them into eight-feet lengths, and then with wedges split them into boards, which they smoothed up with an adze. All were accustomed to the work, and by nightfall a deep trough was constructed, resting upon rockers like a cradle.

Next morning the work began; two men threw the gravel and sand into the cradle, the third kept it in motion, while whichever of the boys was off watch brought water in two of the pails from the hole.

The horses were no trouble, finding plenty of coa.r.s.e gra.s.s among the rocks, and only requiring watering night and morning. Thrice a day the contents of the cradle were cleared entirely out, and the gold that had sunk to the bottom collected. Much, of it was in fine dust, but there was also a large number of nuggets, varying in size from a pea to a marble. Each clear-up they obtained on an average eight or nine pounds of gold.

The fourth day Tom had come down from above at twelve o'clock, and found that the men had only just finished the clear-up, and had sat down to have some food.

Having nothing to do, he strolled away to the spot where the Mexicans had been ma.s.sacred, a short distance away, on some ground at the side of the valley. Some three or four feet above the ground level of the bottom he saw a charred stump of a pole sticking up; he went across to it.

”I suppose this is where the leader of the party had a tent or rough hut,” he said.

He was confirmed in the belief by a number of bits of charred wood lying round the pole.

”It was sort of arbor, I suppose,” he said to himself.

There were several relics lying about: two boots shriveled by fire, a tin cup flattened by some weight that had fallen on it, a pistol with its stock blackened by fire. He called the men to the spot.

”Yes, like enough it is as you say, d.i.c.k, but it is scarcely worth getting up to look at.”

”No, there is not much to look at, Dave, but you have been wondering ever since you came that you had not come upon any of the gold they must have gathered, and you said you didn't believe the Indians had taken it away. Now if this was the hut of the leader of the party, it struck me that it would most likely be kept here, and that it may be buried somewhere under this circle of ashes.”

”Tom is right, mates,” Dave said, ”that is just where the gold would be kept, and there aint much doubt that they would bury it as they got it, so as to prevent anyone from taking any of it till it was divided up.

Let us fetch our picks, Boston, and we will soon see if it is here. Let us try round the post first,” he went on, when the three men fetched their picks; ”it will be either close to the middle of the hut, or else on one side under where he made his bed.”

The ground was sand, which had been washed up by an, eddy in one of the floods, and they had struck but three or four blows with the pick, when Dave exclaimed:

”Here is something, boys!”

They had brought a shovel with them, and throwing aside the sand, they saw a piece of leather.

”It is a bag,” Joe said; ”this is their h.o.a.rd, sure enough.”

Going down on their hands and knees, they pulled up bag after bag, each about fifty pounds in weight, until they had a pile on the surface of eight bags.

”Eureka!” Dave exclaimed, as he lifted the last bag out of the hole.

”They had made something like a pile; no doubt they were a strong party, but even with that they must have been here a couple of months to have got this lot together. Well, Boston,” and he held out his hand, ”we can go east again; we have struck it rich at last.”