Just over the big rock that stands out of the cliff-side.

There's a man watching us." "Yes, I see, father," I cried.
"Who is it ?" he whispered, as he led the way along by the steep slope so that we might descend and go up the Gap by the stream side and reach the shore.
"Yes, I know, I'm sure now," I cried.

"It's old Jonas Uggleston." "Humph! Of all men in the world," said my father.

"Well, the place is my own now, and no one has a right to interfere." He walked on silently for a few minutes, and then said softly: "I would rather no one had known yet." Then aloud to me: "Come, Sep, let's get home and see what these rocks are made of.

I'm beginning to think that you have made a great find.".