"Whew!" he whistled, "an' all gold, too. The three pieces that Croaker took make the even three thousand."
They placed the money back in the box and bag. Then Billy, picking up the treasure, spoke gently.
"It'll make 'em a grand weddin' gift, Lou."
"Yes," she answered, "a grand wedding gift, Billy."
In silence they passed on through the upland gowned in hazy, golden spray. At the height of land they paused to look down across the sweeping country below them. Then blue eyes sought grey and hand in hand, with a new glad vista of life opening before them, they went on into the valley.
THE END.