moon makes!"

There was a long, silvery streak on the water, and where the
current fretted over a big log it boiled up like gold pieces.

"Suppose there ever was any gold hid away in this old
river?" Fritz asked. He lay like a little brown Indian, close to
the fire, his chin on his hand and his bare feet in the air. His
brother laughed at him, but Arthur took his suggestion seriously.

"Some of the Spaniards thought there was gold up here somewhere.
Seven cities chuck full of gold, they had it, and Coronado and his
men came up to hunt it. The Spaniards were all over this country
once."

Percy looked interested. "Was that before the Mormons went
through?"

We all laughed at this.

"Long enough before. Before the Pilgrim Fathers, Perce. Maybe
they came along this very river. They always followed the
watercourses."

"I wonder where this river really does begin?" Tip mused.
That was an old and a favorite mystery which the map did not
clearly explain. On the map the little black line stopped
somewhere in western Kansas; but since rivers generally rose in
mountains, it was only reasonable to suppose that ours came from
the Rockies. Its destination, we knew, was the Missouri, and the