Not the slightest breath of wind was stirring the leaves of the trees scattered round about.
It was midsummer, and the night air was warm and as clear as a bell.
An hour passed, and everything remained unchanged.
Then a lightening up of the distant horizon heralded the coming of the full moon, which soon rose clear of all obstructions and shot a silver pathway along the surface of the creek.
The mouth of the mine, the tents, and every object of the little camp was brought out in full relief.
At that moment something issued from the cave opening.
It was Meen Fun.
Like a shadow he glided up to the tent which sheltered Jack and Charlie.
He listened intently, and then cautiously drew back the flap, inch by inch, until his yellow face was framed in the opening.
Satisfied the two boys were asleep, he softly retreated and went through the same performance at the other tent, with even more caution.