"
"No sharp-pointed rock within a hundred feet of here," answered Sam,
gazing around. He began scraping away the snow. "Dirt under us, too."
"That settles it, then. Trial No. 1 is a failure. Mr. Barrow, we'll have
to try the next stream."
"So it would seem, Dick. Well, you boys mustn't expect too easy work o'
it. A big treasure aint picked up every day."
"The trouble of it is, we don't know how much of a treasure it is," said
Tom. "For all we know, it may be but a few hundred dollars--not enough
to pay us, really, for our trouble."
"Well, even a few hundred dollars aint to be sneezed at."
"We did much better out West, when we located our mining claim," said
Dick. "But then we came up here for fun as much as for treasure."
The tramp to where the next stream leading from Bear Pond was located
was by no means easy. They had to crawl around a tangled mass of
brushwood and over more rough rocks, until they gained the bosom of the
pond itself. Then they skirted the shore for several hundred yards.
"Hold on!" cried Dick suddenly.
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