"Poor fellow, I guess he has got all that is coming to him," said Si. "Hang me if I ain't kinder sorry for him, after all!"
"He has nobody to blame but himself," said Bob. "He chose to be a rascal and this is the result."
"I hope he lives," said Mark. "I want him to clear up that mystery of the office robbery."
Maybe Dixon and the boys were tremendously anxious concerning the missing nuggets and gold dust. They passed into the cave, through a narrow spot that was still open, and candles were lit, for it was now dark.
At first they found nothing, but presently discovered a trace of gold dust on the rocky flooring. The thin stream of gold led to one side of the cave, where was located a high and dry pocket.
"Hurrah! here is the bag!" shouted Mark, hauling it forth.
"Are the nuggets there?" asked Si, anxiously.
"Yes."
"An' the dust?" queried Maybe Dixon.
"Yes. One small bag is burst open. That left the trail on the floor."