Buck reached his goal. He examined the auriferous facet with close scrutiny and satisfaction. Then he began the descent, and in two minutes he stood once more beside the Padre.
"It's high-grade quartz," he cried jubilantly as he came up.
The Padre nodded, his mind on other things.
"I'd say the luck's changed," Buck went on, full of his own discovery and not noticing the other's abstraction. He was enjoying the thought of the news he had to convey to the starving camp. "I'd say there's gold in plenty hereabouts and the washout----"
The Padre suddenly thrust out his two hands which were still grasping the cause of his discomfiture. He thrust them out so that Buck could not possibly mistake the movement.
"There surely is--right here," he said slowly.
Buck gasped. Then, with shining eyes, he took what the other was holding into his own two hands.
"Gold!" he cried as he looked down upon the dull yellow mass.
"And sixty ounces if there's a pennyweight," added the Padre exultantly. "You see I--I fell over it," he explained, his quiet eyes twinkling.