“Is it the water?”

“Yes, I suppose so. Shall I go down any lower?”

“Yes, of course.”

“It isn’t water that’s shining,” said Scarlett, after turning slowly round two or three times, as he descended another twenty feet.

“What is it, then?—gold or silver?”

“It’s only a reflection, I suppose; but I can’t quite see.”

“Aren’t you at the bottom yet?” cried Fred, impatiently.

“No.”

“Make haste, then.”

“Yes, I am at the bottom,” cried Scarlett, directly after, as his feet touched firm rock.