“But it isn’t easy to find, unless you know just where to look for it,” Frank continued. “As I have already stated, some of the caverns show fissures through which steam oozes at times, forming misty clouds about the island. In these caverns there is no gold, or a very little, if any, as the rush of the water carries it through the openings to unknown depths below.
“During the great inundation I have referred to, gold was swept by the current into a cavern where there were no fissures. Subsequent floods and periods of high water increased the gold deposit in this cavern. They also covered the yellow metal up with ooze and earth.”
“Then it is still a guess! Of course, if it is covered up!”
This from Case, who had hardly breathed during the latter part of the narrative.
“So, if you don’t know where to locate this particular cavern,” Frank resumed, “you might hunt for it for years and never find it.”
“And you really know right where it is?” asked Clay. “Well, all this was worth while, wasn’t it?”
“I think so!” smiled the boy.
“Do any of these other people know?” asked Jule.
“They have only a faint idea as to where the gold is, but they are counting on taking their time and hunting until they find it.”
“They may finally blunder on it,” Case remarked.