"That's right," agreed Andy. "Let's get at the gold."
"I'm with you," came from Billy. "Say, we couldn't have found a better place to camp in a storm. This cave is as dry as a barn."
"Oh, that's Racer luck," answered Andy, lightly.
"I believe you," agreed his Western chum. "Well, as long as we have some lanterns, and can make torches from some of this dry wood in the cave, let's explore it a bit."
The cavern was, as I have said, a large one, extending back under the brow of Golden Peak. As the boys could see, it also branched off in different directions, smaller caves opening from the large one.
"And the question is, where is the gold?" came from Andy.
They did not have to hunt long to find it. Hardly had they gone a hundred feet back into the cave when Frank uttered a cry of delight and wonder.
"Here it is!" he shouted. "Gold! Lots of it! Sticking right out of the side of the cave!"
His brother and chum hurried to his side. Frank, holding his lantern aloft, flashed it on a vein that glowed a golden yellow in the light.
"Maybe it's only 'fools' gold," suggested Andy.