For weeks and months they had planned to find this third waterfall.

Visions of a great treasure had been constantly before their eyes, and now that they were here, with the gold perhaps under their very feet, both Mukoki and Wabigoon were more interested in a dead stub than in their search for it! His own heart was almost bursting with excitement.

The very air which he breathed in the old cabin set his blood leaping with anticipation.

Here those earlier adventurers had lived half a century or more ago.

In it the life-blood of the murdered John Ball might have ebbed away.