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Auban would hear of my removal, and I cared not to think of what profit he might derive from it. To Yvonne also his presence must hereafter be a menace, and in that wherein tonight he had failed, he might, again, succeed. It was at this juncture of my reverie that M. de Montresor's pleasant young voice aroused me. "You appear downcast, M. de Luynes." "I, downcast!"
Montresor's comely young face looked monstrous wicked in the moonlight, and his eyes rolled curiously as he beheld me. Stepping up to him I freed him of his gag an act which I had almost regretted a moment later, for he cleared his throat with so lusty a torrent of profanity that methought the heavens must have fallen on us.
"Say you so?" quoth I, with a backward glance to assure myself that we were screened by the trees from the eyes of those behind us. "Say you so? Well, well, mayhap you are right, though you speak of my fears being groundless. I alluded to some possible mistake of yours yours and M. de Montresor's not of mine.
"Here's th' rough plan of the claim and here's Montresor's letter that was found after he was buried you know, Sam." "What letter is that, Father?" wondered Polly. "We never told you about it, as it wouldn't have helped any one then, but now you shall read it." "Where was it found?" "In the pocket of an old hunting coat when we tried to find some clew to his family and home address.
Montresor, and returns his skiff. He desires Mr. Montresor to accept two brace of ducks, and begs to express his sincere thanks for the pass, which enabled Mr. Wynne to make with comfort his way to the army. Mr. Wynne trusts at some time to be able to show his gratitude for this favour, and meanwhile he remains Mr. Montresor's obedient, humble servant. "October 1, 1777. "Mr.
Eleanor ran over and both girls examined the chunk of yellow streaked and studded rock. "Polly, it really looks like gold," ventured Eleanor, awed. "And it's red-gold, too, like Old Man Montresor's nuggets," added Polly. At the mention of the gold-seeker, both girls looked at each other and the same thought flashed to both of them at once. "Maybe it is!" breathed Polly.
The attorney was completely silenced at the strangeness of the adventure but demanded proof in seeing the ore before he would credit the tale. "Well, Ah declare! If this isn't the derndest thing Ah ever heard of in my life!" exclaimed Mr. Simms as he examined the nuggets. "Simms, do you remember Montresor's nuggets and legacy?" asked Mr. Brewster.
That very day had been spent in Oak Creek in filing the claim to Montresor's Mine, and just as the party started for home, they had met the young stranger, Kenneth Evans, who sought Carew's Surveying Camp, which was known to be located near Yellow Jacket Pass. The youth was directed how to find Jake, the driver of Carew's wagon, and then he was invited to visit Pebbly Pit, on Sunday.
Evans' machine that his father was financially interested in. Then Polly and Eleanor had the "speaker's chair" and they told all about Kenneth, his father's patents, and Old Man Montresor's relationship to him. "Why then, if this lad is the direct heir to Montresor, he must inherit the mine!" declared John.
I'm so glad to know that he, and you people, will all come in on Choko's Find or to be exact, it is Montresor's Mine," said Polly. "That's going to be a fine tangle in law, Polly," remarked Mr. Latimer. "You see, Montresor made you his sole heiress, so the mine is yours, not only by inheritance, but also by rediscovery after it was lost in the first land-slide.
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