But they did not forget Gratton, and they did not forget Gloria.  All the time both Brodie and Benny kept their guns in their hands; two significant looks had been all that was needed to keep their two prisoners in mind of the fact that no escape now was possible.

To Gloria it seemed inevitable that in this quest which overlooked nothing, and which as time wore on grew less frenzied and more systematic, they would find what King had found before them.  She tried to think consecutively; she recalled all that King had told her of these men, all that Gratton had hinted at.  She recalled with a shudder the look in the moist eyes of Steve Jarrold.  It seemed to her that her only slim chance for safety lay in their finding the gold.  For only gold, gold unlimited, could cause them to forget her.

For an hour they sought tirelessly.  It appeared that there were many fingers to the further end of the cave, narrow, irregular channels into which they pressed.  Their faggots burned out; the smoke choked them; they coughed and cursed, came out for fresh air, dived into the dark again.  The short day was passing; the entering light, where they had torn the canvas aside, grew dimmer.  And still they searched.

At last Brodie returned and stood looking from Gloria to Gratton.

“One of you knows,” he said shortly.  “Which one?”

“I swear to God——­” began Gratton.

“Shut up!  Then it’s you?” The little, shiny blue eyes, never so coldly evil, drew her own frightened eyes, fascinated and held them.  “You know”

“I don’t know!  All I know——­”

“Don’t lie to me!  It’ll do you no good.”  He lifted a hand and held it over her, the enormous fingers apart and rigid.  “I’ll make you tell!”

“Listen to me,” she managed to cry out.  “I don’t know, I tell you.  But I know where it might be.  In a place you would never think of looking.  Not in a thousand years——­”

Blue fire sprang up in the gleaming eyes.  The other men, drawn close, watched and listened, their eyes alive with many lights.

“What you know I’ll know.  I’ll choke it out of you——­”

“I’ll tell you—­if you will keep your hands off me!  I’ll make a bargain with you.  I’ll show you the place; if there’s gold there, I don’t care what happens to it—­if you’ll only agree to let me alone—­to let me go——­”

Brodie laughed at her.  But Benny cried out: 

“Of course we’ll let you go!  What do you suppose we want of you?  Once we get our hands on it she can go, Brodie.  Tell her so, you big——­”

“Sure,” said Brodie, with a wide grin.  “It ain’t women we’re after this trick; it’s something better.  And—­and it would be very nice of you to show us—­Miss Gaynor.”  He treated her to a grinning mock respect, so obviously spurious that her fear of him rose higher, choking her.  “Very nice, ain’t it, boys?”

“I—­I am not sure what you’ll find,” whispered Gloria.  “I only know that——­Oh, dear God, I hope you find all the gold in the world!”