"You have proved yourself to be a great
man. That's exactly what was in the diary as I recall it. The only thing
then for us to do is to follow along the middle of Thorn's Gulch until we
strike the vein."
"Huh!" retorted Zeke, "you had better make arrangements to have breakfast
with the man in the moon than try any such plan as that."
"What shall we do then?" demanded John.
"We've got to decide first of all," explained Zeke, "about this claim that
old Sime staked."
"That's what we're trying to do," interrupted Fred glibly.
"Be patient with the child, Zeke," said Grant dryly. "He rides on a
half-fare ticket yet."
"Quit your fooling," spoke up John. "We want to find out about this."
"Well," said Zeke, "I've got a compass here, of course, but I haven't any
chain. How are we going to tell when we have covered the distance!"
"The only way," responded Grant, "will be for us to pace the distance
until we come to what we think is about the spot which Simon found."
"That will take a month of Sundays," spoke up George.
"It will take some time," acknowledged Grant, "but I don't know any other
way. Do you, Zeke?" he inquired, turning to the guide.
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