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Creedon did not make an outcry; he awoke and cautiously investigated, and soon discovered that Desmond had touched him and was seeking to communicate with him. He demanded in a whisper: "What is it, lad?" "There are Indians in the gulch." "Aha! where?" "Down where we were camped last night." "You keep low and I will take a peep." Desmond could afford to let Creedon take a peep.
On the face of Brooks there was an amused look, and on Creedon's an expression of real jollity. "Great sakes! Desmond," demanded Brooks, "where have you been? I awoke and found you missing, and Creedon and I have been scared almost to death." Desmond tried to assume an indifferent air, and said: "I wasn't sleepy, so I thought I would go and explore a little."
"Is that to be my share?" "No, we're only giving you the first whack at it, that's all." Desmond filled Creedon's hat with the dust and then descended, and the whole party made their way to the outer cavern. Once in the outer cavern, Desmond said: "It's now a matter of business." "Well?" "How shall we divide?" "You are the finder," replied Creedon; "you are to decide." "You leave it to me?"
Of course Creedon was practically to be credited when he said that the Indians assumed there had been a camp there and that the campers had departed, but had they made as close observations as when on a trail they would have made discoveries that would have suggested the near presence of the late campers.
I cannot replenish the oil when it's burned out, and I've been very careful, holding it for only such occasions as when we came here across the chasm." Creedon explained that he had only carried with him one can of oil, which had lasted him to date.
On the morning following the dialogue related, all hands were up bright and early and they started for the mine, and in two hours were on the ground. Creedon was pale as a pictured ghost while pointing out to Brooks the indications, and Brooks also was excited as he made his study.
They had been five days on the tramp, and stopped one night to camp, when Creedon said: "In the morning we will be on the ground." The place where they were camped was a mountain glen, and our young friend Desmond, being in splendid health, was exceedingly happy.
Creedon must have done it too hurriedly." Desmond felt quite proud of his success; he had struck it sure, as he believed, and he continued his search, and was intently engaged when suddenly he heard a sepulchral groan at the instant he had plunged into a sort of pocket and was feeling around; but when he heard that groan he started back into the cave and stood as white as a sheet gazing around in every direction, and there was a wild terror in his eyes.
I've a nasty little operation to do this morning. I'm glad it's not you. Shall I telephone Tevis about this evening?" Kitty hesitated. Creedon laughed. "Oh, I see. You've already asked him to come. You were so sure of me! Two hours in bed after lunch, with all the windows open, remember. Read something diverting, but not exciting; some homely British author; nothing abandonné.
"What have you found?" "Guess." "It's no time to guess; what have you found?" "I'll show you what I've found; I want your help." The lad found a piece of sapling about seven feet in length, and said: "You gentlemen come with me; I'll show you something." Animated by great interest and curiosity, Brooks and Creedon followed Desmond.
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