Wabi silently measured it at forty feet.

But it added just that much more to the depth and the gloom of the chasm beyond, into which there seemed no way of descent.

The rock walls rose sheer and black, with clumps of cedar and stunted pine growing at their feet.

Farther on the space between the mountains became wider, and the river reached out on either side, frothing and beating itself into white fury in a chaos of slippery water-worn rocks.
Down there--somewhere--was the golden treasure they had come to seek, unless the map lied! Was it among those rocks, where the water dashed and fumed?
Was it hidden in some gloomy cavern of the mountain sides, its trail concealed by the men who discovered it half an age ago?
Would they find it, after all--would they find it?
A great gulp of excitement rose in Rod's throat, and he looked at Wabigoon.
The Indian youth had stretched out an arm.

His eyes were blazing, his whole attitude was one of tense emotion.
"There's the cabin," he cried, "the cabin built by John Ball and the two Frenchmen! See, over there among those cedars, almost hidden in that black shadow of the mountain! Great Scott, Muky--Rod--can't you see?
Can't you see ?".