“It’s a go.”

She ran through the spruces to the cave, and returned carrying something which was manifestly heavy.  Upon nearer view he saw that whatever she held with such evident importance had been bound up in a black scarf he well remembered.  That alone was sufficient to make him tingle with curiosity.

“Have you any idea what I did in your absence?” she asked.

“I imagine you lounged about, waiting and watching for me,” he replied, smiling.  “I’ve my share of conceit, you know.”

“You’re wrong.  I worked.  Look at my hands.”  She dropped on her knees close to where he sat, and, carefully depositing the black bundle, she held out her hands.  The palms and inside of her fingers were white, puckered, and worn.

“Why, Bess, you’ve been fooling in the water,” he said.

“Fooling?  Look here!” With deft fingers she spread open the black scarf, and the bright sun shone upon a dull, glittering heap of gold.

“Gold!” he ejaculated.

“Yes, gold!  See, pounds of gold!  I found it—­washed it out of the stream—­picked it out grain by grain, nugget by nugget!”

“Gold!” he cried.

“Yes.  Now—­now laugh at my secret!”

For a long minute Venters gazed.  Then he stretched forth a hand to feel if the gold was real.

“Gold!” he almost shouted.  “Bess, there are hundreds—­thousands of dollars’ worth here!”

He leaned over to her, and put his hand, strong and clenching now, on hers.

“Is there more where this came from?” he whispered.

“Plenty of it, all the way up the stream to the cliff.  You know I’ve often washed for gold.  Then I’ve heard the men talk.  I think there’s no great quantity of gold here, but enough for—­for a fortune for you.”

“That—­was—­your—­secret! "

“Yes.  I hate gold.  For it makes men mad.  I’ve seen them drunk with joy and dance and fling themselves around.  I’ve seen them curse and rave.  I’ve seen them fight like dogs and roll in the dust.  I’ve seen them kill each other for gold.”

“Is that why you hated to tell me?”

“Not—­not altogether.”  Bess lowered her head.  “It was because I knew you’d never stay here long after you found gold.”

“You were afraid I’d leave you?”

“Yes.

“Listen!...You great, simple child!  Listen...You sweet, wonderful, wild, blue-eyed girl!  I was tortured by my secret.  It was that I knew we—­we must leave the valley.  We can’t stay here much longer.  I couldn’t think how we’d get away—­out of the country—­or how we’d live, if we ever got out.  I’m a beggar.  That’s why I kept my secret.  I’m poor.  It takes money to make way beyond Sterling.  We couldn’t ride horses or burros or walk forever.  So while I knew we must go, I was distracted over how to go and what to do.  Now!  We’ve gold!  Once beyond Sterling, well be safe from rustlers.  We’ve no others to fear.