"Oh, we can't expect such luck to last," said Bob.
"Why not, I'd like to know?" demanded Si. "Now we have struck our gait, let us keep it up."
"I am willing to keep it up—if I can," laughed the former sailor boy. "Nothing would suit me better."
With great care they put the nuggets away in a gold bag. Maybe Dixon had been carrying it around with him, but now it was decided to hide the bag.
"I know a place," said Si, and mentioned a hollow tree just back of the tent. "Nobody would look for it there."
He had just spoken when from outside of the tent there came a sudden strong sneeze.
"Hullo! somebody is out there!" cried Maybe Dixon.
"He must have heard what I said!" gasped Si.
Mark sprang for the flap of the tent and threw it open. Outside all was dark, and a puff of wind blew out their candle.
"I see a man!" cried Bob, pointing to a dim figure, hurrying toward some brush a hundred feet away. "Hi! stop!" he yelled. But the man kept on and soon disappeared in the gloom of the night.