He turned to the still weeping woman.
“Little Eve,” he said gently, pointing into the pit. “There’s gold lies there. He wanted it, and––and I promised he should have it. Jim,” he turned, and looked into the dark eyes of his friend, “that poor, weak, suffering lad saved you, because––because you’d been good to him. Well, old lad, I guess now that we’ve found some of the gold that lies here in Barnriff, we––we must be content. We mustn’t take it with us, we mustn’t rob those who need. We’ve found it, so we’ll just cover it up again, and hope and pray that it may multiply and bear fruit. Then we’ll mark it with a headstone, so that others may know that this gold is to be found if folks will only seek long enough, and hard enough beneath the surface.”
Jim nodded. He understood.
Then, as the great arc of the morning sun lifted above the horizon, both men picked up the shovels lying close by them, and buried forever the treasure Peter had found.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
ON, OVER THE ONE-WAY TRAIL
Eve’s door was suddenly pushed open. She did not look up from her sewing-machine. She guessed who her visitor was.