s.
"What is it?"

"Death by hanging," was the terrible reply.

Hogan's face blanched, and he sank on his knees before them.

"Don't let me be hung!" he entreated. "You've got the nugget back.
I've done no harm. No one has lost anything by me."

"Eight of us have lost our time in pursuing you. You gave up the
nugget because you were forced to. You intended to carry it away."

"Mercy! mercy! I'm a very unlucky man. I'll go away and never
trouble you again."

"We don't mean that you shall," said Crane sternly. "Peabody, tie
his hands; we must take him back with us."

"I won't go," said Hogan, lying down. "I am not going back to be
hung."

It would obviously be impossible to carry a struggling man back
fifteen miles, or more.

"We must hang you on the spot then," said Crane, producing a cord.
"Say your prayers; your fate is sealed."

"But this is murder!" faltered Hogan, with pallid lips.

"We take the responsibility."

He advanced toward Hogan, who now felt the full horrors of his
situation. He sprang to his feet, rushed in frantic fear to the edge
of the precipice, threw up his arms, and plunged headlong. It was
done so quickly that neither of his captors was able to prevent him.

They hurried to the precipice and looked over. A hundred feet below,
on a rough rock, they saw a shapeless and motionless figure, crushed
out of human semblance.

"Perhaps it is as well," said Crane gravely. "He has saved us an
unwelcome task."

The nugget was restored to its owners, to whom Hogan's tragical fate
was told.

"Poor fellow!" said Joe soberly. "I would rather have lost the
nugget."

"So would I," said Bickford. "He was a poor, shif'less critter; but
I'm sorry for him."

CHAPTER XXXIX

HOW JOE'S BUSINESS PROSPERED

Joe and his friend Bickford arrived in San Francisco eight days later
without having met with any other misadventure or drawback. He had
been absent less than three months, yet he found changes. A
considerable number of buildings had gone up in different parts of
the town during his absence.

"It is a wonderful place," said Joe to his companion.

"It is going to be a great city some day."

"It's ahead of Pumpkin Holler already," said Mr. Bickford, "though
the Holler has been goin' for over a hundred years."

Joe smiled at the comparison. He thought he could foresee the rapid
progress of the new city, but he was far from comprehending the
magnificent future that lay