vidence was
favoring him!

He was off early the next morning. He was sorely tempted to go first to
the cabin, but every moment was precious until he had tested the proof
of his good fortune.

It was high noon before he reached the fringe of forest. A few paces
farther and he found the spring and outcrop. To avert his partners'
suspicions he had not brought his own implements, but had borrowed a
pan, spade, and pick from a neighbor's claim before setting out. The
spot was apparently in the same condition as when he left it, and with
a beating heart he at once set to work, an easy task with his new
implements. He nervously watched the water overflow the pan of dirt
at its edges until, emptied of earth and gravel, the black sand alone
covered the bottom. A slight premonition of disappointment followed;
a rich indication would have shown itself before this! A few more
workings, and the pan was quite empty except for a few pin-points of
"color," almost exactly the quantity he found before. He washed another
pan with the same result. Another taken from a different level of the
outcrop yielded neither more nor less! There was no mistake: it was
a failure! His discovery had been only a little "pocket," and the few
flakes she had sent him were the first and last of that discovery.

He sat down with a sense of relief; he could face his partners again
without disloyalty; he could see that pretty little figure once more
without the compunction of having incurred her father's prejudices by
locating a permanent claim so near his cabin. In fact, he could carry
out his partners' fancy to the letter!

He quickly heaped his implements together and turned to leave the wood;
but he was confronted by a figure that at first he scarcely recognized.
Yet--it was Katinka! the young girl of the cabin, who had sent him the
gold. She was dressed differently--perhaps in her ordinary every-day
garments--a bright sprigged muslin, a chip hat with blue ribbons set
upon a coil of luxurious brown hair. But what struck him most was that
the girlish and diminutive character of the figure had vanished with
her ill-fitting clothes; the girl that stood before him was of ordinary
height, and of a prettiness and grace of figure that he felt would
have attracted anywhere. Fleming felt himself suddenly embarrassed,--a
feeling that was not lessened when he noticed that her pretty lip was
compressed and her eyebrows a little straightened as she gazed at him.