Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" BrigFenn, George Manville
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Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" Brig
Fenn, George Manville
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; South America -- Juvenile fiction; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
"That's so," said Briscoe. "You see, we're in a tremendous canon, and
the bottom is filled up by this river, which seems as if it would hold
any amount of flood-water. I'll be bound to say it's full of fish, and
that accounts for the Indians coming here with their nets and lines."
"What's to be done now?" said Brace.
"We must try the other end of the place, and see if we can't get into
the temple from there," said Briscoe, who had taken out his knife to
begin scraping the slime and moss from the face of the rocky wall till
he had made a clean patch, which he examined with a pocket magnifier.
"There's time to do a bit more to-day," said Lynton, who was eager to go
on exploring, and in obedience to an order the men rowed gently on past
the front of the temple, till about a quarter of a mile farther on a
similar landing to that which they had first approached was reached, and
the party eagerly ascended the rough steps to a flat wharf or terrace
like the other where the smouldering fires were found, ascended by
another L-shaped passage to the next terrace, to find more and more
rooms or cells, and then hurried on back till they came face to face
with the blank rock which formed the other end of the temple.
"This must do for to-day," said Sir Humphrey decisively. "Turn back
now. To-morrow, if all's well, we will ascend right to the top."
"And look along there for the way into this place," said Brace; "for way
in there must be. Lead on, Mr Lynton; we'll follow."
The second mate started off with the men, and as soon as their backs
were turned Briscoe stooped quickly and picked up one of the pieces of
stone which had crumbled down from somewhere up the face of the cliff.
"What have you got there?" said Brace: "a piece of ancient carving?"
"Look," said the American, in a low tone, and he handed the piece to Sir
Humphrey, holding the side that had been downward as it lay on the
stone-encumbered terrace, upward where the fracture looked comparatively
new.
"Gold!" exclaimed Sir Humphrey, as he saw that the stone was webbed with
glistening thready veins.
"Ah! I didn't say the word," said Briscoe, laughing, as he glanced
forward at the backs of Lynton and the men. "But that's what it is. I
knew it. I'm not going to talk and make a fuss; but that bit you've got
hold of would crush and give as much as a couple of pounds of gold a
ton."
"You amaze me," said Sir Humphrey.
"It amazes P Franklyn Briscoe," said their companion. "Shall I put this
in my pocket, or throw it away?"
"Keep it," said Sir Humphrey, "and we'll show it to the captain. I
don't see why we should not take back as much of the richest ore as the
boats will carry. Let's see what he'll say."
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