ing over the boy's body, resting them on
two large stones, one at his head and one at his feet. Finally he
tested their solidity, and climbed out of the grave.

Now he joined the others, and gazed silently down into the pit. For
some moments he stood thus, until presently he glanced across at the
eastern sky. A fiery line, like the light of a distant prairie fire,
hovered upon the horizon. He knew it was the rising of the sun.

He turned to the still weeping woman.

"Little Eve," he said gently, pointing into the pit. "There's gold
lies there. He wanted it, and--and I promised he should have it. Jim,"
he turned, and looked into the dark eyes of his friend, "that poor,
weak, suffering lad saved you, because--because you'd been good to
him. Well, old lad, I guess now that we've found some of the gold that
lies here in Barnriff, we--we must be content. We mustn't take it with
us, we mustn't rob those who need. We've found it, so we'll just cover
it up again, and hope and pray that it may multiply and bear fruit.
Then we'll mark it with a headstone, so that others may know that this
gold is to be found if folks will only seek long enough, and hard
enough beneath the surface."

Jim nodded. He understood.

Then, as the great arc of the morning sun lifted above the horizon,
both men picked up the shovels lying close by them, and buried forever
the treasure Peter had found.

CHAPTER XXXVIII

ON, OVER THE ONE-WAY TRAIL

Eve's door was suddenly pushed open. She did not look up from her
sewing-machine. She guessed who her visitor was.

"Sit down, Annie, dear," she said, cordially. "I'll be through with
this in a moment."

Her visitor took the proffered chair and smiled, while the busy
machine rattled down the last seam of the skirt on which the other was
busy.

Eve was very good to look upon, as she bent over her work, and her
visitor was well content to wait. Her slight figure was delightfully
gracious; her pretty hair, loosely dressed, looked to have all the
velvet softness and lustre of spun silk. Her face was hidden, but the
beautifully moulded outline of her cheek was visible. There was such a
wholesome air of purpose in her attitude that it was quite easy to
imagine that the shadows of the past had long since faded from her
gentle eyes, that youth had again conquered, now that those gray days
had lightened to the rosy summer of peace.

Something of this was passing through the man's mind as he hungril