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d the ashes of their own camp fires. The girl's voice in the darkness called him from his musings. "I believe I understand," she said. "You've found your mine--and your father's body." "Yes. Just a skeleton." "I'm not afraid. Do you want me to stay?" "I'd love to have you, if you will. Some way--it takes away a lot of my bitterness--to have you here." It was true. It seemed wholly fitting that she should be with him as he explored the cavern. It was almost as if the tragedy of his father's death concerned her, too. "I can hold matches," she told him. She came up close, and for a moment her hand, groping, closed on his,--a soft, dear pressure that spoke more than any words. When it was released he lighted another match. They stood together, looking down at the skeleton. But she wasn't quite prepared for what she saw. A little cry of horror rang strangely in the dark shaft. This had been no natural death. Undoubtedly the elder Bronson had been struck down from behind, as he worked, and he lay just as he fell. There was one wound in the skull, round and ghastly, and in a moment they saw the weapon that made it. A rusted pick, such as miners use, lay beside the body. "I won't try to do much to-day," the man told her, "except to see up one of my cornerposts and erect a claim notice. My father's notice has of course rotted away in the years and the monument that probably stood out there beyond the creek bed was covered in snowslide. You see, a claim is made by putting up four stone monuments--one at each corner of the area claimed. We'll be starting down in a day or two, and I'll register the claim. Then I'll come back--and give these poor bones decent burial." From there he walked back to the end of the shaft, scratching another match. It was wholly evident that the mine was only scratched. He held the light close, studying the rear wall of the cave. It was simply a gravel bed, verifying his guess that here lay an old bed of the creek. In the first handful of stone he scraped out he found a half-ounce nugget. "It's rich?" she asked. "Beyond what I ever dreamed. But there's nothing more we can do now. I've made my find at least--but it doesn't seem to make me--as happy as it ought to. Of course that man--there against the wall--would naturally keep a man from being very happy. Of, if I could only find and kill the devil who did it!" His voice in the gloom was charged with
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