“That is what we are doing already,” answered Jack, with something of a happy laugh. He, too, had spotted something yellow between the rocks, and now brought it forth, another piece of gold, twice the size of Plum’s find.
“Good for yeou!” shouted the Yankee boy. “The rocks must be full o’ gold!”
In feverish haste the search was continued, and soon Jack had at least a pound of gold to his credit, while Plum had nearly as much. Then, of a sudden, Jack stepped on some loose dirt and shot out of sight.
“Hi! what yeou doing?” yelled Plum, in alarm, as he retreated from the hole that had appeared.
“Help me out!” called up Jack. He had gone down about a dozen feet, to bring up in a bed of sand and small stones.
“Hurt any?” queried Plum anxiously.
“Not a bit, Plum.”
“Any gold down there?”
“I’ll see,” said Jack.
He hunted around the opening and soon discovered a passageway between two immense rocks. He lit a match and one look around made his eyes open wildly.