Try as he would, he could not keep visions of the lost treasure out of his mind.

The next day they would be far on their way to the third and last waterfall.
And then--the gold! That they might not find it, that the passing of half a century or more might have obliterated all traces left by its ancient discoverers, never for a moment disturbed his belief.
He was the first awake the following morning, the first to take his place in the canoe.

Every minute now his ears were keenly attuned for that distant sound of falling water.

But hours passed without a sign of it.

Noon came.