He leaned and looked, and scraped away the caked mud.

"Good glory! The kid's found a cache of some kind, sure as you live!" And he began to claw out what had been hidden behind the mud.
First a buckskin bag, heavy and grimed and knobby.

Gold inside it, he knew without looking.

He dropped it down on the bunk, carefully so as not to smash a toe off the baby.

After that he pulled out four baking-powder cans, all heavy as lead.