g stood at the cave's
mouth, frowning into the ever-thickening smother of the storm. Their
smoke was gone again, beaten down, hidden behind the snow-curtain. But
they were there, at no very great distance. Thus, then, they knew
something. Just what? Here was the matter of his perplexity; did they
know all that he did? Or had they merely such a hint as would lead them
as close as this? Or had they followed his trail?

He grew impatient with seeking to speculate. It struck him clearly and
forcefully that he had but one thing to do: to trust that they did not
have such full information as had fallen into his hands and to see to it
that he gave them no help. Though they should come close, very close,
still that which he had found might remain hidden from them. There lay
his work; to do all that he could to hide Gus Ingle's gold. First he
would bring with him more than the two nuggets; all that he felt he
could manage to carry with the rest of his necessary load. Enough to
help Ben Gaynor over a crisis; enough raw gold to slam down before some
San Francisco capitalist, together with a tale which would make any man
eager to stake the owner to what loan he asked. With that he'd seek to
get back to the open. He would get provisions, snow-shoes, a dog-team,
if necessary, a couple of trusted men to come with him; he would be back
here within the week. But first, before he went, he would strive to make
as sure as a man could that Brodie's crowd did not find the golden
hoard.

He went a second time far back into the darkness of the further cave,
carrying a smoking torch as before, vanishing from Gloria's eyes. She
was alone; nothing stood between her and the cave's mouth; she was free
to go! He must have thought of that. He was giving her her chance. She
had but to snatch up the few things she meant to take with her, to go
out, to find her way down the cliffs----She shuddered. She was afraid!
Did he know that, too? Had he thought of that? She moved back and forth
restlessly; at one instant she was sure that she would go, only to be
certain of nothing before another second passed. How soon would he
return? Would he hurry after her, would he bring her back forcibly?...
She went where she could look out; the column of smoke had disappeared;
the wind tore at her in mighty gusts. She hesitated and time passed.

How long he was gone she did not know. She only knew that she had done
nothing when at length he returned. There was a look o