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Updated: June 12, 2025
But not until they could no longer see the gleaming mica in their pans did the three cease work. Wet to the waist, tired, and with sadly-shattered dreams they returned to their camp. For a short time Rod's hopes were at their lowest ebb. Was it possible that there was no more gold, that the three adventurers of long ago had discovered a "pocket" here, and worked it out?
"That means we start on our hunt for the lost gold-mine within a fortnight!" "It means " began Roderick. "It means " interrupted Minnetaki, "it means that you're all happy but me and I'm glad for Rod's sake, and I want to know his mother. But you're all going and I'm to be left behind!" There was no laughter in her voice, and Rod and Wabigoon became suddenly quiet as she turned away.
"And it was Bill Graham who wanted you, and you wouldn't go. And now Bill's taking him away from you. He ought to be ashamed!" "Bill thought he was doing me a kindness. He knew Rod's success is mine." J. P. was silent from sheer exhaustion of all sane argument. He was grieved and bitterly disappointed for his friend's sake.
Next to these trips, Rod's chief delight was to sit before the big open fire on a cold or stormy Saturday afternoon, and listen to the captain as he told stories of his sea life, while he worked fixing up his traps, making stretchers for the pelts, or doing other odd jobs.
Now that the waves of action and reaction from the shock energy of its sudden start had subsided, Hot Rod's accuracy was proving great indeed; and its beam focus was proving as small as had been predicted. But the instruments that would have measured those facts no longer existed.
The tramp was the first to regain his feet; but almost at the same instant Smiler escaped from Rod's embrace, and again flew at him. They had rolled over the caboose floor until they were close to its rear door; and now, with a yell of terror, the tramp darted through it, sprang from the moving train, and disappeared in the darkness, leaving a large piece of his trousers in the dog's mouth.
The suddenness of it knocked Rod to his knees, where he floundered, gasped and made a vain effort to yell. Struggling like a fish he first kicked his feet free, and Wabi, who had thrust out his head and shoulders, shrieked with laughter as he saw only Rod's boots sticking out of the snow. "You're going the wrong way, Rod!" he shouted. "Wow wow!"
But it was another sight that caused Rod's dismay. From an opening beside a small lake half a mile beyond the Indians below there rose the smoke of two camp-fires, and Mukoki and he could make out at least a score of figures about these fires.
He glanced at Wabi, but the Indian youth was as bewildered as himself. In his eyes, too, there was the gleam of a fear which he could not have named. Mukoki was beside the charred remains of the fire. He had buried his hand deep among them, and when he rose be made a sign toward Rod's watch. "Eight o'clock, Mukoki." "Woonga here las' night," declared the old Indian slowly.
Oh!" and he stopped short as his eyes rested upon the fine full-rigged schooner sitting upon the work-bench. "How d'ye like it?" the captain asked, delighted at Rod's interest. "Great!" and the boy stepped cautiously forward, as if afraid that the white sails were wings; to bear the wonderful thing away. "Who made it?" he whispered. "Oh, some fool." "You?"
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