"The mother lode in a glacier?" asked Sandy.
"It is my theory," Cameron went on, "that the range of mountains to the north holds gold in large quantities. It is a part of my theory, too, that the drifting ice brought tons of it down to the moraine. If I find any gold here at all, I'll find it in quantities sufficient to clog the money markets of the world!"
Cameron looked from face to face as he spoke, apparently anticipating a burst of enthusiasm from his listeners.
"Up on the Yukon," he went on, "the gold was found under the ice, where it had been deposited by glaciers which are now dead. The same conditions exist here. For all we know, there may be tons of the precious metal at the bottom of the first layer of ice."
"That's very true!" replied Will. "And if you don't mind, we'll stick around a short time and see what you discover."
"Remember," Cameron said then, "that this is my claim!"
"Of course," Will answered, "we wouldn't attempt to rob you of any legitimate discovery."
In the meantime George and Sandy were preparing a supper for the visitor. With their heads bent low over the gasoline "plate," they discussed the personality of the man and his theory in low conversation.
"How tall should you say that fellow was?" asked Sandy.
"About five foot six!" was the reply.