It wasn't a horse, though, but a burro." "How did you guess it was a burro ?" "Small hoofmarks." "Oh, scissors! Of course, of course! This claim of the professor's is too valuable to be left unguarded.

He ought to begin working it, or else sell it to some one who'll see that it's taken care of.

Let's take our gold ore and make tracks for the chuck sack.

I fell hungry, somehow." As they started across the valley, at a distance of perhaps a hundred feet from the spot where Frank had picked up the second bit of ore, they found another.

Fifty feet from that they found a fourth piece; and then as they paused at the lane leading through the heart of the ruined camp, their eyes, wandering toward the took-in one glittering point after another--each point a scrap of wire gold, glimmering in the sun.
"The thief left a trail," exclaimed Merry, "from ledge directly to the gap." "And how much farther, Chip ?" asked Clan excitedly.