"I should think you would long for human companionship."

"What, with my beloved Canyon to keep me company? No, I am never
lonely," added Jim Nance simply. "I shall live and die there---I hope,
and I'll be buried down there somewhere There are riches down there too.
Gold---much gold-----"

"Why don't you go after it-----"

Dad shook his head.

"It would be like robbing a friend. No, you may take the gold if you
can find it, but Dad, never. See, the moon is up. Look!"

It was a new scene that Tad gazed upon. Vishnu Temple, the most
wonderful piece of architecture in the Canyon, had turned to molten
silver. This with Newberry Terrace, Solomon's Throne, Shinto Temple
and other lesser ones stood out like some wonderful Oriental city.

All at once the quiet of the beautiful scene was disturbed by a bowl
that was plainly the voice of Stacy Brown. Stacy, his big eyes missing
little that had been going on about him, had after a time stolen away
after Tad and the guide. His curiosity had been aroused by their
departure and still more by the time they had been gone. Chunky
determined to go out and investigate for himself.

He had picked his way cautiously toward the Canyon when he halted
suddenly, his eyes growing large at what he saw.