"What is it ?" cried Mrs.Cliff.

"What are you all looking at! Do tell me." With half-shut eyes, Edna let herself down the side of the mound, and when her feet touched the ground, she made a few tottering steps toward Mrs.Cliff, and placing her two hands on her companion's shoulders, she whispered, "I thought it was.

It is gold! It is the gold of the Incas." And then she sank senseless at the feet of the older woman.
Mrs.Cliff did not know that Miss Markham had fainted.

She simply stood still and exclaimed, "Gold! What does it mean ?" "What is it all about ?" exclaimed Ralph.

"It looks like petrified honey.
This never could have been a beehive." Without answering, Captain Horn knelt at the edge of the aperture, and taking the lantern from the boy, he let it down as far as it would go, which was only a foot or two.
"Ralph," he said hoarsely, as he drew himself back, "hold this lantern and get down out of my way.