depths of the sun-bonnet, but it was dented on one side, and he could
discern only a single pale blue eye and a thin black arch of eyebrow.
"Well," said Fleming, "is it a go?"
"Of course ye'll be comin' back for it again," said the girl slowly.
There was so much of hopeless disappointment at that prospect in her
voice that Fleming laughed outright. "I'm afraid I shall, for I value
the ring very much," he said.
The girl handed him the pan. "It's our bread pan," she said.
It might have been anything, for it was by no means new; indeed, it was
battered on one side and the bottom seemed to have been broken; but it
would serve, and Fleming was anxious to be off. "Thank you," he said
briefly, and turned away. The hound barked again as he passed; he heard
the girl say, "Shut your head, Tige!" and saw her turn back into the
kitchen, still holding the ring before the sunbonnet.
When he reached the woods, he attacked the outcrop he had noticed, and
detached with his hands and the aid of a sharp rock enough of the loose
soil to fill the pan. This he took to the spring, and, lowering the
pan in the pool, began to wash out its contents with the centrifugal
movement of the experienced prospector. The saturated red soil
overflowed the brim with that liquid ooze known as "slumgullion," and
turned the crystal pool to the color of blood until the soil was washed
away. Then the smaller stones were carefully removed and examined, and
then another washing of the now nearly empty pan showed the fine black
sand covering the bottom. This was in turn as gently washed away.
Alas! the clean pan showed only one or two minute glistening yellow
scales, like pinheads, adhering from their specific gravity to the
bottom; gold, indeed, but merely enough to indicate "the color," and
common to ordinary prospecting in his own locality.
He tried another panful with the same result. He became aware that the
pan was leaky, and that infinite care alone prevented the bottom from
falling out during the washing. Still it was an experiment, and the
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