again. "I wish he
would hurry a little. He seems an awfully long time coming."

After they had seen all that there was to see of the town itself, Andy
led them to some of the important mines on the outskirts. They listened
with lively interest while the young fellow explained to them how the
ore was extracted from the mountain side where it had lain unmolested
for thousands of years.

"It almost seems a shame to disturb it," said Amy at this point, and the
girls laughed at her.

"Just give me a chance at it, that's all," said Mollie longingly.

At one of these mines they met the old man and his daughter, Meggy,
whose timely arrival a few days before had saved their lives. The two
were in the midst of their work, the girl lifting and hauling with all
the strength of a man, and they scarcely looked up as the party passed
them, although the old man responded with a wave of his hand when Andy
Rawlinson called to him.

"How's it goin', Dan?" asked the former.

"Oh, well enough, well enough," responded the man, with what seemed to
the girls enforced cheerfulness. "We'll strike gold afore to-morrow,
sure."

"Poor old Dan Higgins," said Andy, with a sobering of his good-natured
face. "He's always goin' to strike gold 'to-morrow.' Sure, there's no
one I'd rather see strike it rich than Dan an' that girl of his. But I'm
'fraid they're jest plumb unlucky. Funny thing, luck--and gold," he went
on to soliloquize. "Some young fellers they come out here, thinkin' they
can get back to the girl at home in a couple o' years with their
pockets plumb full o' nuggets, an' instead, they toil their lives away
till their hair grows white an' their skin gets crackly like parchment,
an' never even a glimpse o' yellow. An' mebbe the feller next to him
drills a hole three feet deep and he strikes a vein. Yes siree, if ever
there was a real thing in this world, that thing is luck."

The girls were impressed and their hearts ached for Dan Higgins, his
years of hope and work and his profitless mine. As for the girl, his
daughter, Meggy----

"Are you sure Dan Higgins hasn't any chance of striking gold?" asked
Betty, gravely.

"Not a bit of it," returned Andy Rawlinson quickly. "There's gold all
around here--everybody thought Dan was mighty lucky when he staked out
his claim. He may find gold yet. But," he added, and there was a
fatalistic quality in his tone that chilled the girls, "you always have
to reckon on luck."

In the days that