The white youth's unspoken fears were dispelled when the sun rose, warm and glorious, over the shimmering lake, driving the chill from the air, and seeming to bring with it the sweet scents of the forests far away.

Joyfully he labored at his paddle, the mere exhilaration of the morning filling his arms with the strength of a young giant.

Wabi whistled and sang wild snatches of Indian song by turns, Rod joined him with _Yankee Doodle_ and _The Star Spangled Banner_, and even the silent Mukoki gave a whoop now and then to show that he was as happy as they.
One thought filled the minds of all.

They were fairly started on that most thrilling of all trails, the trail of gold.

In their possession was the secret of a great fortune.