“And the yellow pebbles and dust must have been gold!” exclaimed Patsy. “Oh, Marian! If we could find that place we’d be rich. Terogloona, could you find the place?”
Again the Eskimo studied the ancient picture-writing.
“Eh-eh,” he said at last. “Mebby could.”
“Oh, Marian! We’ll go back,” said Patsy, doing a wild dance on her sleeping bag. “We’ll go back for gold!”
“For the present,” said Marian, quietly, “we have work enough. We must get our herd to Fort Jarvis. Looks as if that will be a difficult enough task.”
“But tell me,” she turned suddenly to Terogloona, “there were more than fifty reindeer with old Omnap-puk, were there not?”
“Yes.”
“Where did they come from?”
“My master’s herd.”
“They are the deer we have been missing all winter, the ones we thought had been killed?”