------------------------------------------------------------------------ He went, and, at the end of six months, returned, visited London, and called upon his old companion. "Haven't found it yet," he said; "but there's a lot of gold there, and I mean to try till I do." Brace met him again and again as the years rolled on, but he had not found the gold. "No," he said; "there's something about that puzzle place of rivers that I don't quite understand. I can't find it, and the longer I live the more I feel, Brace Leigh, that we ought to have eaten our bread when it was ready buttered, and brought the stuff away upon a raft." "Why don't you be content with what you had for your share?" "Oh, I am," said Briscoe: "just as contented as you are, but I want to find the rest of that treasure all the same. You see, old fellow, I'm this sort: I'm Amurrican, and I don't like being beat."