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a promised fortune. Then the glow
passed with Ihe shifting moon rays."
"You could not fix the spot?" ques
tioned the interested Beresford.
"How could I? Why, r dared not
move to lose the focus I might not
later regain. I waited a month.
Again the same celestial and terres
trial conjunction, the glow. Even if
I could succeed in settling upon the
exact spot, I could not climb to it up
that sheer perpendicular wall of rock.
By a descent from overhead with the
assistance of others only could I hope
to succeed. I have come to the dig
gings I have found my man you."'
"And Vaclav," added Beresford,
with a fond glance at his room-mate,
who flashed back at him a look full
of reverence, dog-like devotion and
The plans for proceeding to Dyke
man's Gulch were talked over and
Beresford pledged himself to the en
terprise. He sat meditating over this,
his latest move, for a long time. He
had spokeji truly when he had said
that it would take his last dollar, and
now a brief cloud crossed nis face
as he reflected how much that meant
Two years previous he had left,
home and pretty Ethel Rayner to
seek his fortune. The dull old village
was too slow for him. With $2,000
left him as a legacy by a favorite
aunt" he had bade his fiancee good
bye, with high glowing hopes of re
turning with a competence.
Beresford had invested in the
Black Hills and lost, then in Califor
nia. Alaska tempted him to endure
its rigors to no profit He had land
ed at Cape Town, penniless. Through
hard Ivork in the diamond mines he
had accumulated enough to carry
him back' home. It would be a dreary
return. He had lost out He was
an unsuccessful man, And Ethel!
Just after his arrival he had come
across a poor fever-stricken wretch,
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present companion, or rather his pen- I
ioner, Vaclav Polski. The young j
1 man had been a crack target per
former with a show that had become
stranded. He had been abandoned
to his misery and poverty.
Polski was just recovering from
his illness. His gratitude, his fidelity
towards Beresford was touching.
Evenings now he earned little coin
collections exhibiting his remarkable
marksmanship to idle groups about
the mines. He insisted on bringing
all his earnings to Beresford. All he
aBked was to remain with the only
friend he had ever known.
Two weeks to a day after leaving
the mines the little party of three ar
rived at Dykeman's Gulch. They
camped in the valley.
'We have arrived at just the right
time," declared Brazelton hopefully.
"When the moon has risen two hours
we shall see."
The man did not boast in vain. It
was' shortly after eight o'clock when
the moon, clearing a lofty ledge, cast
its full refulgence upon the face of
the great steep bluff.
"It is there see! look. I have not
deceived you!" shouted the exultant
expert, as way up the cliff there Bhot
out a thousand rainbow-tinted
threads of lights. '
"If we could only mark the spot,"i
murmured Beresford. "But I can at
least make a geometrical computa
tion," and he prepared to adjust an
, engineering instrument with which
he had provided himself.
Beresford turned, startled bang!
bang! bang! bang! bang! and so a
dozen times. He viewed Polski
standing with his repeating rifle di
"It is' done!" cried the skilled
marksman. "I have marked a circle
directly .about the focus of light"
. "But the marks will not show in
the daytime?" " .
"Plainly," declared the Ingenious
fellow, "I shot chalk bullets."
And with the dawn the adventur
ers saw way up there aloft an unmis
takable series of plain white marks,