He still found no signs of gold.
The next day's exertions left no room for doubt.

Beyond two or three tiny flecks of gold the three adventurers found nothing of value in the deeper sand and gravel of the stream.

That night absolute dejection settled on the camp.

Both Rod and Wabigoon made vain efforts to liven up their drooping spirits.

Only Mukoki, to whom gold carried but a fleeting and elusive value, was himself, and even his hopefulness was dampened by the gloom of his companions.