“Joe,” said Pete, “I’ve dodged and crept and slid and crawled and climbed.  I’ve tried to go over, under, and around.  Now I’m going through.”

They came to the copper hill before eight.  They found no one; but there were little stone monuments scattered on all the surrounding hills, and a big monument on the highest point of the little hill they had called their own.

“They’ve gone,” said Stan.  “Very wise of them.  Well, let’s go see the worst.”

They dismounted and walked to the hilltop.  The big monument, built of loose stones and freshly dug slabs of ore, flashed green and blue in the sun.  Stan found a folded paper between two flat stones.

“Here’s their location notice,” he said.

He started to unfold it; a word caught his eye and his jaw dropped.  He held the notice over, half opened, so that Pete and Joe could see the last paragraph: 

And the same shall be known as the Bobby Carr Mine.

WITNESSES
Jim Scarboro
William Dorsey
Eric Anderson
C. Mayer Zurich

LOCATORS
Peter Wallace Johnson
Stanley Mitchell

“Zere is a note,” said Joe; “I see eet wizzinside.”

Stanley unfolded the location notice.  A note dropped out.  Pete picked it up and read it aloud: 

Pete:  We did not know about the boy, or we would have helped, of course. 
Only for him you had us beat.  So this squares that up.

Your location does not take in quite all the hill.  So we located the little end piece for ourselves.  We think that is about right.

Yours truly
C. Mayer Zurich