A sort of Frankenstein monster that we've picked out of a hole from below." "I know just what Stacy means," said Barker breathlessly, rounding his gray eyes.

"I've felt it, too.

Couldn't we make a sort of cache of it--bury it just outside the cabin for to-night?
It would be sort of putting it back into its old place, you know, for the time being.

IT might like it." The other two laughed.

"Rather rough on Providence, Barker boy," said Stacy, "handing back the Heaven-sent gift so soon! Besides, what's to keep any prospector from coming along and making a strike of it?
You know that's mining law--if you haven't preempted the spot as a claim." But Barker was too staggered by this material statement to make any reply, and Demorest arose.