“Sure I can! Wait until I get up on the shelf and I’ll help you out of the passage! And, say, there’s the mine dump away up to the north, and some one on it! I believe it is Alex and Tom. Yes, and there’s the banker! They are looking through field glasses!”
“Give me a hand!” cried Don. “I want to be in this procession myself. Look there,” the boy added, as he stepped up on the shelf of rock, “they are motioning to us to stand aside! Do you know what that means? It means that we are standing on the line between them and the sunburst or the big ‘X.’ I reckon we’ve just come out of the mine!”
“Hello!” came a call from across the great chasm.
Clay put his hands to his mouth and called back:
“Hello yourself! We’ve found the mine!”
“Where’s your fish?” shouted Tom. “Where’s the f-i-s-h!”
“Fill your pockets with gold and jump over!” Alex shouted.
“Send the boat after us!” Don called back.
Alex made a trumpet of his hands and shouted back:
“I’ve just been up on the cliff looking for the Rambler. She’s gone! There’s no sign of her anywhere. Where’s the little boat?”