of split green logs.

The figure moved over to this, and, as it left the beehive "dumps," a
second figure replaced it. But whereas the first made no secret of its
movements, the second displayed all the furtive movements of the hunter.

The cutting further revealed the guidance of the master mind. It was
occupied by a mountainous dump of the accumulated "dirt" from the
foreshore. It was built up, up, by a system of log pathways, till a
rough estimate suggested the accumulation of thousands upon thousands
of tons.

What was the purpose of this storage?

The question was answered by a glance in a fresh direction. Adjoining
the cutting stood an iron winch. It was a man-power winch, but it
worked an elevated cable trolley communicating with a trestle work
fifty yards away.

Moving swiftly on towards the trestle work the man searched its length.
He peered up, far up the great hillside in the uncertain moonlight,
seeking the limits of its trailing outline in that direction. But its
ascent was gradual. It took the hill diagonally, and quickly lost
itself round a bend in the narrow roadway which had been hewn out of
the primordial forest.

The end of this work in the other direction was far down on the
foreshore, stopping short of the water's edge by, perhaps, fifty yards.
It terminated at what was obviously a great mound of "tailings."

The man moved down to this spot. As he paused by the mound, and gazed
up, the trestle work stood above him more than twice his own height.
Furthermore, here the skeleton work gave place to built-out platforms,
the purpose of which was obvious. A moment later his powerful hands
were gripping the massive stanchions, and he was clambering up to the
platforms.

It was a simple enough task for a man of activity, and he swarmed up
with the rapidity of some great cat. He stood on the topmost platform,
and his gaze ran down the length of the structure.

"A sluice-box and--conduit," he muttered. Then in a tone of deep
appreciation: "Gee, and it's fixed--good!"

He bent down over the sluice-box, and groped with his hands over the
bottom of it. There was a trickle of water flowing gently in its
depths. He searched with his fingers along the riffles. And that
which he found there he carefully and laboriously collected, and drew
up out of the water. He placed the collected deposit in a colored
handkerchief, and again searched the riffles. He repeated the
operation again and aga