t at exactly the same time. But come, Gordon, we must hurry!"

Now that the safe was open, to remove its contents took only a moment,
and they tossed all the papers they found into a corner. Then, when Wade
had swung the safe around on its casters, they had a snug shelter behind
it, where by shaded candle-light they ran rapidly through their loot.
Most of the documents related to land purchases and development, but at
the bottom of the pile Wade came upon a bundle of papers and
blue-prints, held together by a rubber band, which he stripped off.

"Oh, if we should find nothing, after all," Dorothy whispered, bending
with him over the blue-prints. "What are they, Gordon?"

"Maps of my own range, Dorothy!" His tone was tense with excitement, as
he leaned nearer to the light. "Well, what do you know about that? By
Heaven"--He fairly glared at the sheet before his eyes.--"It's all
there!"

"What's all there? What is it?"

"Gold!" He looked at her in the flickering light, like a man gone mad.

"Gold? On your range? Oh, Gordon!"

"Yes; on my range. It's inconceivable, almost; but it seems to be true.
See! Look here!" Their heads were almost touching, so that her soft hair
caressed his face. "This is a map of the upper valley, and the
description says these red crosses indicate the location of gold. One is
near the head of Piah Creek, not half a mile from my buildings."

"Oh, Gordon, I _am_ so glad!" Dorothy exclaimed. "How wonderful it all
is. You'll be rich, won't you?" She was not too excited to remember that
his wealth would probably be shared by another woman, but she was too
generous to be any the less glad on that account.

"That remains to be seen," he replied. "It may not prove to amount to
much, you know. At any rate, Moran won't get any of it. That's worth a
whole lot."

She nodded vehemently.

"I thought it must be something like that, Gordon. They would never have
done the things they have without some powerful reason."

"Yes, you were right, Dorothy. You're usually right." He caught her hand
and squeezed it again, and in this moment of their triumph together she
could not help returning the pressure. "You're a jewel, a brick, a
trump--all those things and then some. The sweet...."

"Now, we haven't time for that sort of thing, Mr. Man. We...."

"Must get away while we can, yes," he finished for her. "But just the
same I...."

Her cold fingers on his lips stopped him.

"Listen!"

She put out th