from her lips, she glanced at the old man and found that he had fallen
asleep.

"It is well," said Keith gently. "We will leave him now for a time."

When Pete again awoke the day was far spent, and the sun was swinging
low in the west. He opened his eyes, and looked around in a dazed
manner, when, meeting Constance's anxious eyes fixed upon him, a smile
flitted across his face.

"I had a wonnerful dream, lassie. I saw me father an' mother very
plain. They was a-holdin' out their hands to me, jist like they uster
do when I was a leetle lad. They looked so happy, an' they was
a-smilin' at me. All around them thar was flowers, an' beautiful
trees, in which the birds were a-singin'. A leetle brook flowed right
by, an' I could hear it ripplin' an' makin' music, like the leetle
stream which ran through the medder near my old home. I heard children
a-playin' an' laughin' by the brook, an' among the flowers. Oh, it was
wonnerful! When I tried to go somethin' held me back. I struggled so
hard that at last I woke, an' it all went away."

Again he fell into a sleep, not a peaceful one as before, but troubled.
He tossed much, and often unintelligible words escaped his lips. When
he next awoke Constance and Keith were sitting near, watching him
attentively. He did not notice them, however, for he was off on the
trail, following up the golden lure.

"Alec, man," he said, "are ye thar? It's gittin' dark, an' the trail's
rough. Lower this pack from me back, man; it's too heavy, I can't
stan' it. Whar's me blanket, Alec? It's cold to-night. Throw some
sticks on the fire. Thar, that's better ... We ain't got much further
to go, Alec; jist across yon range, down the valley, an' up t'other
side ... Ah, thar's the gold! I knowed it was thar! I've been
a-follerin' it all me life ... Look, man, see how it shines! Gold!
Gold! Thank God, I've struck it at last!"

He looked around the room, and his eyes fell upon the anxious watchers.

"Whar am I, lad?" he asked. "I thought I was on the trail an' had made
a rich strike."

"You are here, safe in this cabin," replied Keith, "so don't worry."

"What's the time, laddie?"

"Almost midnight."

"Ah, I didn't think it was so late. But I know it can't be long now,
fer I'm slippin' away fast."

Then he looked at Constance and noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry, lassie. I'm only an old man, an' ain't wuth the fuss."

He was soon away again, this time