"I'm going to stay here an' look fer gold!" cried Ike Furner, stubbornly. "I've got your brother's part of our outfit here." He passed it over. "There's Lion Head, and over yonder is the Split Rocks. I think I'm about due to find a fortune," and he drew himself up to his full height.
"Well, we are not going to stop you," answered Dick. "All we came after was our brother. But it's a pity to leave you here all alone."
"Oh, I won't mind that. I've often been alone in the mountains. Fact is, I rather like it. When a feller is alone he can do just as he pleases."
"That is true," answered Dick, with a faint smile.
"I know some other miners up here," went on Ike Furner. "I'm going to hit for their camp an' stay there till Spring. How is the brother makin' it?"
"He's sleeping now. I think he will be all right. He doesn't remember anything about his trip up here."
An hour went by and Tom roused up. He looked blankly at Jack Wumble and Ike Furner.
"Don't you know me, Tom?" asked the former. "We had some great times out West, years ago."
"Sure I know you," and the sufferer grinned feebly. "You're Jack Wumble, aren't you?"
"That's me. Put her thar, Tom!" And the old miner took Tom's hand and held it tightly. "Glory to heaven! This is like a touch o' old times, this is!"