Then Wabi turned and looked silently at the old Indian.

Not a word was spoken.

Silently Rod drew something from his pocket, carefully wrapped in a bit of cloth.
"You remember I kept this little nugget from my share in the buckskin bag, intending to have a scarf-pin made of it," he explained.

"When I took my course in geology and mineralogy I learned that, if one had half a dozen specimens of gold, each from a different mine, the chances were about ten to one that no two of them would be exactly alike in coloring.

Now--" He exposed the nugget, and made a fresh cut in it with his knife, as Mukoki had done with the yellow bullet.