John Herring was there also, looking on, much puzzled. He had not been at the lunch, but had strolled to Ophir after it. His lead mine was not advanced. No company was formed to work it. Who would look at lead when gold was available? He watched the whole process critically, and was convinced that there was no deception in what passed under his eye. There the gold was. Every one present was given a grain as a memorial of that day. The whole affair was marvellous. The expense to which Tramplara had gone was prodigious. Would he have thrown his gold away in shovelfuls unless he were sure of getting gold out of the mine? Herring was young and simple. He was right. Tramplara would not have gone to this lavish expense unless he had made sure of getting gold out of the mine? But then, it did not follow that he was going to extract it from the granite. Some things are softer than granite, and the gold may be got easily enough by those who can touch the vein. ’What! Lieutenant! you here?’ exclaimed Mr. Trampleasure, coming up to Herring, looking flushed and glossy. ’Glorious day, this. Wonderful discovery, this Ophir. "Thither the tribes go up!" said the prophet, speaking of this day and the way in which they went into the tent to their dinner. Come in and have a glass of wi—, of something comforting but not exhilarating. Come in, my dear lieutenant; there is only the band there, making clean the cup and the platter, when their betters have done.’ ’No, thank you,’ answered Herring, ’I have had an early dinner. Besides, I must trouble you no longer to style me lieutenant.’ ’Why so?’ ’Because I have sold out.’ ’Sold out! Become a civilian again!’ ’Yes. I have things to attend to which demand my presence here. I am going to work the silver lead.’ ’My dear fellow, don’t throw money away on that. Take shares in gold.’ ’I prefer lead.’ ’Herring, is that why you are taking up the mortgages on West Wyke?’ ’Partly.’ ’You’ll never work the lead yourself? You have no experience. However, we will talk of that another time. Are you likely to be in Launceston next week?’ ’Yes. I shall go there to pay you the mortgage money.’ ’Very well. We are going to have a kick about on Thursday—the first dance in the season. There is a reason: Orange is engaged to Captain Trecarrel. Will you come?’ Herring thought a while before answering. ’Look here! I will tell that little bleached puss of a missie to expect you, and put your name down as her partner for the first caper.’ ’I will come.’ All at once the Reverend Israel Flamank was seen flying down the valley, with coat tails expanded like wings, and his white tie loose and flapping. He was shouting and waving his arms. What was it? Had he been bitten by a serpent? Had he found a nugget? When he came up, he was breathless and of inflamed countenance. At length he gasped—’I have been privileged to discover it?’ Then he paused again. A circle formed round him.