Thus does gold--virgin gold--stir up the sparks of that latent, feverish fire which is in every man's soul.

Again Rod joined in the search.

Every rag, every pile of dust, every bit of unrecognizable debris was torn, sifted and scattered.

At the end of an hour the three paused, hopelessly baffled, even keenly disappointed for the time.
"I guess that's all there is," said Wabi.
It was the longest sentence that he had spoken for half an hour.
"There is only one thing to do, boys.

We'll clean out everything there is in the cabin, and to-morrow we'll tear up the floor.