went in until the air got bad and
came out up the hill like a gopher. Took a double circumbendibus and,
after describing a parabola----"

"Dat's all righd!" repeated the Professor, "now--you think you're so
smart--I'm going to prove _you_ a liar! I heard you the other day
tell dis young man here dat dere vas no golt in dis district. Vell! All
righd! We vill see now--joost look! Vat you call _dat_ now, my goot
young friend?" He dumped out the contents of his canvas ore-sack and
nodded to Denver triumphantly. "I suppose dat aindt golt, eh! Maybe I
try to take advantage of you and show you what dey call fools gold--what
mineralogists call pyrites of iron? No? It aindt dat? Vell, let me ask
you vun question den--am I righd or am I wrong?"

"You're right, old man," returned Denver eagerly as he held a specimen
to the light; and when he looked up Bunker Hill was gone.

"You see?" leered the Professor jerking his thumb towards the door, "dot
man vas trying to _do_ you. He don't like to haf me show you dis
golt. He vants you to believe dat here is only silver; but I am a
cheologist--I know!"

"Yes, this is gold," admitted Denver, wetting the thin strip of quartz,
"but it don't look like much of a vein. Whereabouts did you get these
specimens?"

"From a claim dat I haf, not a mile south of here," burst out the
Professor in great excitement; and while Denver listened in stunned
amazement he went into an involved and sadly garbled exposition of the
geological history of the district.

"Yes, sure," broke in Denver when he came to a pause, "I'll take your
word for all that. What I want to know is where this claim is located.
If its inside the shadow of Apache Leap, I'll go down and take a look at
it; but----"

"But vat has the shadow of the mountain to do with it?" inquired the
Professor with ponderous dignity. "The formation, as I vas telling you,
is highly favorable to an extensive auriferous deposit----"

"Aw, can the big words," broke in Denver impatiently, "I don't give a
dang for geology. What I'm looking for is a mine, in the shadow of that
big cliff, and----"

"Ah, ah! Yes, I see!" exclaimed the Professor delightedly, "it must
conform to the vords of the prophecy! Yes, my mine is in the shadow of
Apache Leap, where the Indians yumped over and were killed."

"Well, I'll look at it," responded Denver coldly, "but who told you
about that prophecy? It kinder looks to me as if----"

"Oh, vell," apologized the Profe