they discussed the matter quietly. And it seemed that this was not the
only consideration in the world, nor yet even the chiefest. But----

'I can't come to you like a beggar-girl,' she whispered.

'If I lost everything I had--and I could not lose everything since I
would go on loving you--would that make any difference, Helen?'

She hesitated. 'You know,' she said quietly at last.

So, when the pallid sky gave way to the rosy tints of the new day, they
knew everything, being richly wise in the wisdom of youth. Even it was
granted them to see the red earth about them and to know that Alan's
surmise had led them aright. Just yonder in a little hollow to which
the shadows clung longest, were the marks left by Longstreet's pick;
there was a tiny pit in which he had toiled exposing a vein of rock
from which he had chipped his samples; near the spot his location stake
and notice. Promptly they removed their own stakes, taking claims on
both sides of his.

'We were right!' called Alan triumphantly. 'But how about Sanchia? He
told her and-----'

'Look!' Helen caught his arm and pointed.

Upon a neighbouring hill, by air-line not over half a mile from their
own, but almost twice that distance by the trail one must follow down
and up the rugged slopes, were two figures. Clearly limned against the
sky, they were like black outlines against a pink curtain.