The glare touched the fellow's face and Thirlwell thrilled with excitement as he saw it was Driscoll.
He did not know the others, but one had a rather pale color, as if he had come from the cities, and his fur-coat looked new and good.

The sledge carried an unusually heavy load, and among the provision bags he noted some iron drills and a small wooden box such as giant-powder is packed in.

It was a prospecting party and he had seen enough.
Creeping back into the scrub, he set off for camp.

When he got there Father Lucien was asleep, and when they resumed the march next morning Thirlwell told him nothing about the other party.

He thought the missionary had difficulties enough of his own without being involved in the trouble that seemed to follow all who had anything to do with Strange's silver lode..