landslide above it, of course, from water
cleavage, and there was a distinct mark of it on the mountain side,
where it had uprooted and thrown over some small bushes!

Excited as Bray was, he recognized with a hysterical sensation the track
made by Eugenia in her fall, which he himself had noticed. But he had
thought only of HER.

"When I saw that," continued Parkhurst, more rapidly and coherently,
"I saw that there was a crack above the hole where the water came
through--as if it had been the old channel of the spring. I widened it
a little with my clasp knife, and then--in a little pouch or pocket of
decomposed quartz--I found that! Not only that, boys," he continued,
rising, with a shout, "but the whole slope above the spring is a mass of
seepage underneath, as if you'd played a hydraulic hose on it, and it's
ready to tumble and is just rotten with quartz!"

The men leaped to their feet; in another moment they had snatched picks,
pans, and shovels, and, the foreman leading, with a coil of rope thrown
over his shoulders, were all flying down the trail to the highway.
Their haste was wise. The spring was not on THEIR claim; it was known to
others; it was doubtful if Parkhurst's discovery with his knife amounted
to actual WORK on the soil. They must "take it up" with a formal notice,
and get to work at once!

In an hour they were scattered over the mountain side, like bees
clinging to the fragrant slope of laurel and myrtle above the spring. An
excavation was made beside it, and the ledge broadened by a dozen
feet. Even the spring itself was utilized to wash the hastily filled
prospecting pans. And when the Pioneer Coach slowly toiled up the road
that afternoon, the passengers stared at the scarcely dry "Notice of
Location" pinned to the pine by the road bank, whence Eugenia had fallen
two days before!

Eagerly and anxiously as Edward Bray worked with his companions, it was
with more conflicting feelings. There was a certain sense of desecration
in their act. How her proud lip would have curled had she seen him--he
who but a few hours before would have searched the whole slope for
the treasure of a ribbon, a handkerchief, or a bow from her dress--now
delving and picking the hillside for that fortune her accident had so
mysteriously disclosed. Mysteriously he believed, for he had not fully
accepted Parkhurst's story. That gentle misogynist had never been an
active prospector; an inclination to theorize without pract