y weapon.

On the stock was engraved the name of "Wolf."

Then, as that miser had many years before stacked and counted those same
pieces of money, so did Manson now stack and count them.

But what a contrast!

Wolf had counted with murder in his heart, and feeling only the miser's
lust of possession as he hid himself in that dark cavern. Manson
counted, thinking only of one good and true girl waiting for him, and
feeling that every one of those bits of money were but so many keys to
open the door of his dream of wife and home and all the blessings he
longed to surround that one loved woman with. And as he counted where
God's sunlight fell upon him, and not in darkness, fearing enemies, so
was that money destined to be a blessing and not a curse. When the count
was made, and that poor, hungry fellow, with naught to aid him in the
battle of life except two hands and a brave heart, found himself the
possessor of sixteen thousand dollars, he felt like offering a prayer of
thankfulness.

He no longer cared that he was faint with hunger, or that he was still a
prisoner on that lone island. All he thought of was to await the coming
of his friends with patience; end his visit as soon as possible; return
to Liddy, and tell her of his wondrous find, and the fortune that was
theirs to enjoy. But he was not to escape that day, for the wind still
blew almost a gale, and the waves still cut him off from rescue. When
the tide fell he dug clams, and when night came he sat by his little
fire, roasted and ate them, and was happy. That night he saw no spectral
shapes or grinning skulls, and when his fire burned low he crept into
his shelter and slept in peace and content. When the morning came only a
summer-day breeze ruffled the ocean, and, most gladsome sight of all,
only a few miles away was the sloop, with all sails set, and heading
directly for the island! When Frank came ashore in the dory there was a
joyful meeting.

"We had to put up sail and run for a harbor to save the sloop when we
saw the fog coming," said Frank, "and leave you behind. It was that or
desert her and come ashore. I am awfully glad to find you safe, though.
Obed waited as long as he dared. Where were you, and what were you doing
so long?"

"Trying to find a ghost," replied Manson, who felt like joking now, "and
I succeeded. I not only found ghosts by the dozen, but two skeletons,
and one or two skulls scattered around to make things more cheerful. Oh,
I