In this cabin the men whose skeletons he had found had slept, and planned, and measured their gold.

And the gold! It was that and not the stub that interested Roderick Drew! Where was the lost treasure?
Surely the old cabin must hold some clue for them, it would at least tell them more than the limbless white corpse of a tree! From the door he looked back into the dank gloom, straining his eyes to see, and then glanced across the opening.

Wabi had reached the stub, and both he and Mukoki were on their knees beside it.

Probably they have found the marks of a lynx or a bear, thought Rod.

A dozen paces away something else caught his eyes, a fallen red pine, dry and heavy with pitch, and in less than a minute he had gone to it and was back with a torch.