g so many dangerous narrow paths, and would welcome the
coming of the time when they could move around without constant danger
of being dashed to death over some precipice.

None of them claimed to be born mountain climbers. They preferred to
take their fun in some other way.

When the route changed somewhat in its character, so that the little
party could gather more together, an animated conversation broke out.
The guide was fairly flooded with questions concerning the country,
and what he knew about its past.

"I've been all through here many's the time," Toby declared, waving a
hand to cover the surroundings generally. "And some other fellers,
they've jest been fairly hauntin' these regions in years past; but
'twa'n't any use; for they never could find that old mine again."

"What's that?" demanded Step Hen, scenting an interesting item, for he
was always on the look-out for such things as seemed to promise a
touch of mystery.

"A mine; what kind was it, Toby; who lost it; and why haven't they been
able to find it any more?" asked Giraffe, eagerly; while Bumpus crowded
closer, for he had a little mercenary streak in his make-up, and was
keen to discover a chance to lay by another store of hard cash, that
might insure a succession of glorious outings for the Silver Foxes.

The guide seemed nothing loth to tell what little he knew.

"Why, you see, thar was a man named Rawson--met him lots of times
myself; and one time after he'd been pokin' about in this section,
prospectin', he came to Greeley with his pockets just bulgin' out with
the richest silver ore ever seen. All he'd say was he'd struck a lode
that was mighty nigh the pure stuff. Then he went away, to try an' get
up a company to work his mine, they sez, an' he never kim back. Nobody
never knowed whatever became of Rawson; but heaps of folks has hunted
high an' low to find his rich mine. Why, thar was that old miner,
Kunnel John Kracker, I jest reckon he spent as much as four months
several times up around here, pokin' into the most unlikely places you
ever heard tell of. They sez as how he was so dead sot on findin' that
same lost silver mine, that he near went dippy over it."

"And nobody has ever managed to locate it again, since that day so
many years ago; is that what you mean, Toby?" asked Thad.

"So she seems, Mr. Scout Master," replied the other, who always gave
Thad this full appellation when addressing him.

"Bumpus, what in the wide world