“But that isn’t so easy to find,” said Harry.
“No, that’s true; but they are found, for all that. Shall I tell you what has made me think of it most?”
“Yes, if you will.”
Bush lowered his voice.
“Do you see that spot, about half a mile away, where that rough, gray rock stands?”
“Yes.”
“Three nights ago I dreamed that I found a big nugget within a yard of that rock. Now, I never put much faith in dreams; but I’ve had that same one twice since.”
“You have?” said Harry, interested.
“Yes, and you know what they say, ‘the third time never fails.’ I’m not over-superstitious, Harry, but it’s my idea that dream means something. What do you say?”
“It is very singular, at any rate,” said Harry.