"Is that the only mark you went by when you uncovered and then hid the nuggets?" went on the old miner. "Now, think carefully."
"No, there was another stone near the big rock," said Jed suddenly. "I remember now. It looked like a man's face. I thought at the time that it looked like Con Morton. There were two rocks close together, a big one and a little one."
"Where's the little one?" asked Gabe.
"It's gone."
"Maybe it's the big one that's gone," suggested the old miner.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe the big stone got displaced by reason of the storm last night. It might have rolled several hundred feet out of the way. In that case you'd be all out of your calculations. Suppose you look for the little rock?"
"That's it!" cried Jed. "I thought this place didn't look just right. It's farther up."
They ran up the trail a little way, and Jed gave a shout of delight.
"There's the little rock!" he cried. "Now for the nuggets!"