“I’ll go right off, massa,” said Caesar, overjoyed. “I don’t want to come here no more.”
“Have you got anything belonging to you in the cave?”
“No, massa, only a little kit of clothes.”
“Take them and go.”
In fifteen minutes Caesar had bidden farewell to his home, and Rodney and Jefferson were left in sole possession of the cavern.
“Now, Mr. Pettigrew, come and let me show you what I saw. I hope I have made no mistake.”
Rodney led the way to the narrow passage already described. By the light of a lantern Mr. Pettigrew examined the walls. For five minutes not a word was said.
“Well, what do you think of it?” asked Rodney anxiously.
“Only this: that you have hit upon the richest gold deposits in Montana. Here is a mining prospect that will make us both rich.”
“I am glad I was not mistaken,” said Rodney simply.