"Are you hurt?" asked Frank, pausing and looking around at him.
"Not a bit. I don't know what made me so awkward."
"Halloa! what's that?"
At first Frank thought it was a small fish holding itself stationary in the brook; but that could not be, and he stooped down to see more clearly. With an exclamation, he dashed his hand into the water and drew out a rough, irregular nugget nearly two inches in diameter each way. It was bright yellow in color, and so heavy that there could be no doubt of its nature.
"It's gold!" he exclaimed in a half-frightened undertone, as he passed it to Roswell, who was as much excited as he. He "hefted" it and held it up to the light.
"IT'S GOLD!" HE EXCLAIMED.
"No mistake, it is. I wonder what it is worth."
"Several hundred dollars at least. I'll bet there are lots more about here."