“What is it, Jack?” asked Obed quickly.
“I must have struck a rock, Obed.”
“Here, give me the pick,” said Obed eagerly.
He struck, and lo! a yellow streak became plainly visible.
“Boys,” said he, in an agitated voice, “I believe our luck has come.”
“What do you mean, Obed?”
“I believe we’ve found a nugget;” and to the boys’ intense surprise he immediately began to cover it up with dirt.
“What’s that for?” asked Harry.
“Hush! we mustn’t take it out now. Somebody might be looking. We’ll wait till it’s darker.”
Just then a tramp strolled up.