"Have they any idea who the thieves are?"
"Not exactly, although they say several suspicious-looking fellows were hanging around the camp some days ago."
"I hope they catch them."
"So do I," came from Mark, who was sitting up on his couch. "Boys, is our gold safe?" he added, in a lower voice.
"Yes," answered Bob, and glanced at the spot where the precious hoard had been buried.
"We must take some to Sacramento soon and ship it to a safe place," said Si.
"Where to?"
"I'll ship mine home."
"I haven't any home," answered Bob. "And Mark won't want to send it to his step-father."
"You can send it to my father, if you want to. I know he will take good care of it," went on Si.