CHAPTER XV.
THE TREASURE IN THE POOL For a few moments after Rod's words and Mukoki's signal from the cedars Wabigoon sat as if stunned.
"It isn't--gold," he said, his voice filled with questioning doubt.
"That's just what it is!" declared Rod, his words now rising in the excitement which he was vainly striving to suppress.

"It's hard, but see how your knife point has scratched it! It weighs a quarter of an ounce! Are there any more nuggets in there ?" He fell upon his knees beside Wabi, and their two heads were close together, their four eyes eagerly searching the contents of the pan, when Mukoki came up behind them.

Rod passed the golden nugget to the old Indian, and rose to his feet.
"That settles it, boys.

We've hit the right spot.

Let's give three cheers for John Ball and the old map, and go to dinner!" "I agree to dinner, but cut out the cheers." said Wabi, "or else let's give them under our breath.