"Well, well—also, did you ever!" cried Bob.
"I got up a code of signals; and another dandy thing was the way Neil managed to——"
"Now I see the whole thing," put in Sam, with a grin. "He floated down your provisions. Aha! That explains all his mysterious doings—now we know why your father happened out on the lake that night."
"Yes! You've learned the whole story," laughed Fenton.
"Mighty interesting," observed Dave Brandon. "And the silver?"
"It's going to pan out well," said the mining expert. "I guess Howard's discovery will add a few dollars to his father's pocket-book."
"I hope so," put in Fenton. "Of course the pater and Wells here knew how to go about things, and we have our claim fully protected. Probably a company will be formed in a short time, and the three of us may be out here a good deal, later on. Wells has plans already made for a hoist up the cliff, and a road from there won't be hard to make."
"I'm jolly glad to hear of your good luck, Howard," said Bob, his eyes sparkling.
"Count me in on that," added Dave, warmly.
"And Sam Randall is as much pleased as anybody," exclaimed the owner of that name.