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He took a handful of the shining stuff and passed it down to Creedon, handing him the lantern at the same time, and he said: "You are a good judge; tell me what that is?" "It's gold dust," cried Creedon; "how much is there of it?" "Oh, barrels full, I should say." "Great ginger! lad, you've struck it." "Well, it won't run away, I reckon, but give me your hat and I'll fill it."
When she had been cloistered like a Trappist for six weeks, with nothing from the outside world but notes and flowers and disquieting morning papers, Kitty told Miles Creedon that she could not endure complete isolation any longer. "I simply cannot live through the evenings. They have become horrors to me. Every night is the last night of a condemned man.
He might gain Creedon's berth, as he called it, without chancing an outside steal. Fortune favored him; Creedon's crevice was one of several rents in the rock, and he managed to reach the sleeper's foot, and he cautiously touched it, fearing at the moment that Creedon in his surprise might make an outcry or an inquiry in a loud tone, but here he learned a lesson in woodcraft.
"You get away as quick as you can or I'll seize you." Well, well, this was a great state of affairs; Desmond did not ask any more questions. He seized his lamp and started to limp from the cave, and he was white and trembling. He made his way to Creedon Hall and beheld Brooks and Creedon standing over the fire.
Creedon made good his word, and soon Creedon Hall was brilliantly illuminated, and Desmond was delighted. He exclaimed in his enthusiasm. "This is just immense!" "Well, it is." Brooks also was delighted; he set to work to make the coffee and prepare the meal, and Creedon lay down on his blanket and lit his pipe, while Desmond wandered around the cave, as he persisted in calling it.
Desmond took the strong piece of sapling he had brought with him and jammed one end with great force against the square piece of roofing, and the piece of rock moved. Creedon gazed aghast and exclaimed: "By all that's strange and wonderful, but I believe you have unfolded the Mexican's secret."
"Have you been able to notify Creedon?" asked Brooks. "Yes." "What does he say?" "He bade me arouse you." "I discovered the rascals as soon as I awoke." "All right; lay low and I will learn what Creedon advises." Desmond crawled back and said: "Brooks is awake and wants to know what we shall do."
Some mighty convulsion of the mountain had separated the whole front of the cliff from the main rock, so that a space of at least twenty feet intervened, and between yawned a dark abyss that led down to where no man had yet penetrated. Creedon led the way up along a ledge of ascent which lined the outer edge of the great mass of detached cliff. Once at the top he descended on the inner side.
"That would hint that you had found something." "I have." "What have you found?" "I don't know yet, but I am certain I have found a cranny or nook that you never explored." "You have?" "I have." "What have you found?" "Oh, it may be that it's 'tellings, as the boys say." Creedon looked at the lad in a curious way. "It cannot be possible," he said, "that you have found anything?" "Yes, I have."
"Now let me go in advance," said Creedon. He led the way and soon turned into what he called Creedon Street. It was a broad opening with a solid flooring, and walls of rock on either side the most singular and remarkable rock conformation that either Brooks or Desmond had ever seen. The guide walked right ahead boldly; he evidently knew that there were no rents down which they might plunge.
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