“Can you prove that?”
“I wouldn’t make such an assertion if I couldn’t prove it. Didn’t you tell me that you and Bernritter have been in the mill almost every night since you have been missing gold?”
“Yes.”
“And that you watched the body of the mill while Bernritter kept behind the battery-boxes?”
“That was the way of it.”
“Nomad,” said the scout, “dump those war-bags here, in front of McGowan.”
The war-bags were brought and emptied of their contents.
“Amalgam!” cried McGowan, starting back with one of the silver balls in his hand.
“Exactly,” returned the scout; “amalgam taken from the Three-ply Mine. It was stored in an abandoned shaft, not far from here and close to the Black Cañon trail.”