Now I'm going through." They came to the copper hill before eight.

They found no one; but there were little stone monuments scattered on all the surrounding hills, and a big monument on the highest point of the little hill they had called their own.
"They've gone," said Stan.

"Very wise of them.

Well, let's go see the worst." They dismounted and walked to the hilltop.

The big monument, built of loose stones and freshly dug slabs of ore, flashed green and blue in the sun.