Then the two gleaming surfaces were compared.
One glance was sufficient.
The gold was the same! Wabi drew back, uttering something under his breath, his eyes gleaming darkly.

Rod's face had suddenly turned a shade whiter, and Mukoki, not understanding the mysteries of mineralogy, stared at the youth in mute suspense.
"Somebody has found our gold!" cried Wabi, almost savagely.
"We are not sure," interrupted Rod.

"We know only that the evidence is very suspicious.

The rock formation throughout this country is almost identically the same, deep trap on top, with slate beneath, and for that reason it is very possible that gold found right in this locality would be of exactly the same appearance as gold found two hundred miles from here.

Only--it's suspicious," Rod concluded.
"Man probably dead," consoled Mukoki.