"She will try, but she is old and her mind is misty. She say she is grateful to you, Red Beard, and will give the gold to you. She asks that you take her back to her own people after you find the mine."
"Is the mine far from here?" asked Wetherell, gently.
"No, but it is very hard to find."
"Can't you trace the trail on a piece of paper for me?" he inquired.
"No, Pogosa cannot make the road. She can only tell you. Send the other white man away."
"Vamoose!" Wetherell called with a note of triumph in his voice, and Tall Ed faded away.
With faltering voice Pogosa began the all-important part of her tale: "The mine is on the head of the Wind River. Not far, but the way is very hard. Pogosa will not be able to lead you. From where we are you cross the valley to the mountain. You turn to your right and descend to a small lake lying under a bank of snow. This bank is held up by a row of black rocks. Below this lake is a stream and a long hill of round stones, all mixed together. On the west side of this ridge, just above another small lake, you will find the mine."
"Can it be approached from below?"
"No, a great cañon and many cliffs are there—" Her voice ceased abruptly. As suddenly as if life had been instantly withdrawn, she fell back upon her bed, and Eugene, released from the grasp of her hand, fled to Kelley, leaving Wetherell alone with the mystery.
"She seems to have dropped into a sort of trance," he said to Kelley, as he came back to the camp-fire.