When he arose his face was grave.
"Prussic acid!" he said.

"It seems that he was prepared for an emergency!" "The last of the three conspirators!" Nestor said.

"To wander through the world until past middle age and then to come to this! But it is better so." It was daylight now, and the burials took place.

After taking a very light breakfast, the party started back over the mountain.

They passed up the ravines and canyons to the mine, and Lieutenant Gordon ascended the mountain of crushed rock and entered the gold chamber.
"There is a fortune here," he said looking about.