“Shouldn’t we try to find out what’s doing down in that mine?” he urged.
“Patience, Jack.”
“He may stay down in that hole all day!”
“He’ll come out sooner or later. We’d be crazy to go after him, Jack. Remember, he has a gun.”
“I know,” Jack conceded with a sigh. “It’s hard to wait, though. What’s he doing down there, anyhow? Counting his gold?”
“Digging it, more than likely.”
Jack’s tired eyes sparkled. “You think we’ve stumbled onto Old Stony’s source of gold?”
“We’ve found something,” Warner grunted. “But don’t forget, Colorado is thick with abandoned mines—most of ’em worthless.”
As the sun rose higher, Jack became convinced the old fellow would never reappear. He was half asleep, when Warner unexpectedly nudged him. Then he came awake with a start.
The old man could be seen backing awkwardly out of the pit hole.