“However did you come to discover it?” asked Peg, who was piecing together the magic stones that formed the star.
“We were following the danger—dynamite signs,” said Cleo. “Have you seen them?”
“Oh, yes, indeed,” replied the visitor. “They were put there by the Fairbanks men to frighten me off. At first I did steer clear of them, but after kicking a few over and then watching the men plant them, I saw they were perfectly harmless,” declared Peg.
“We did that too, kicked them over, I mean,” said Julia. “And did they do that just to frighten you?”
“That and much more. But was there a sign near the star?”
“No; quite some distance from it,” replied Corene, “and it was just buried in a little soft pocket.”
“That’s just what dad said!” exclaimed Peg. “Don’t you know, auntie? He kept saying ‘by Big Nose in a little green pocket.’”
“Yes? Strange that we should happen to use the same expression,” put in Julia.
“And what does it all mean?” pressed the fascinated Isabel.
“It means that below that mark there is a vein of zinc. It runs from the rock, and dad was ready to bore for it just there,” declared Peg.