| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | Grant and His Mother, | [1] |
| II. | Rodney Bartlett, | [10] |
| III. | A Terrible Responsibility, | [20] |
| IV. | Grant Saves the Train, | [29] |
| V. | Grant Orders a New Suit, | [38] |
| VI. | Seth Tarbox Makes a Discovery, | [47] |
| VII. | Grant Makes up His Mind, | [57] |
| VIII. | All is Settled, | [66] |
| IX. | The Long Journey Begins, | [76] |
| X. | Mr. Silverthorn’s Treachery, | [86] |
| XI. | An Indian Encounter, | [96] |
| XII. | In Dire Distress, | [105] |
| XIII. | The Solitary Cabin, | [114] |
| XIV. | The New Acquaintance, | [123] |
| XV. | Arrival at Sacramento, | [132] |
| XVI. | Grant Gets a Job, | [137] |
| XVII. | An Unpleasant Adventure, | [142] |
| XVIII. | A True Friend, | [149] |
| XIX. | Grant Falls Under Suspicion, | [158] |
| XX. | Benton is Trapped, | [168] |
| XXI. | Albert Benton is Unmasked, | [176] |
| XXII. | Pulling up Stakes, | [188] |
| XXIII. | The First Day at the Mines, | [197] |
| XXIV. | Grant Has an Adventure, | [205] |
| XXV. | Another Lonely Cabin, | [211] |
| XXVI. | Nahum Stockton, | [219] |
| XXVII. | Paul Crambo, | [226] |
| XXVIII. | The Beginning of Success, | [236] |
| XXIX. | Benton Has a Plan, | [246] |
| XXX. | Benton Lays His Plans, | [256] |
| XXXI. | Benton Opens the Trunk, | [262] |
| XXXII. | A Letter from Mr. Crosmont, | [272] |
| XXXIII. | On to the Golden Gate, | [277] |
| XXXIV. | A Startling Incident, | [283] |
| XXXV. | A Tragedy, | [293] |
| XXXVI. | The Tarbox Family, | [303] |
| XXXVII. | Mrs. Bartlett’s Little Scheme | [314] |
| XXXVIII. | Finding the Prodigal, | [322] |
| XXXIX. | Grant Hears from Home, | [332] |
| XL. | Conclusions, | [340] |
DIGGING FOR GOLD.
CHAPTER I.
GRANT AND HIS MOTHER.
“Mother, this is an important day for me,” said Grant Colburn, as he entered the kitchen with an armful of wood, and deposited it in the box behind the stove.
His mother looked up from the table where she was cutting out pie crust, and asked in surprise, “What do you mean, Grant? Why is to-day any different from ordinary days?”
“I am sixteen to-day, mother!”
“So you are, Grant. I ought to have thought of it. I am sorry,” she added wistfully, “that I haven’t got a present for you, but you know Mr. Tarbox——”
“Is the stingiest man in the country. Yes, I know that well enough.”
“I actually haven’t a cent that I can call my own, Grant.”