"He has nobody to blame but himself," said Bob. "He chose to be a rascal and this is the result." "I hope he lives," said Mark. "I want him to clear up that mystery of the office robbery." Maybe Dixon and the boys were tremendously anxious concerning the missing nuggets and gold dust. They passed into the cave, through a narrow spot that was still open, and candles were lit, for it was now dark. At first they found nothing, but presently discovered a trace of gold dust on the rocky flooring. The thin stream of gold led to one side of the cave, where was located a high and dry pocket. "Hurrah! here is the bag!" shouted Mark, hauling it forth. "Are the nuggets there?" asked Si, anxiously. "Yes." "An' the dust?" queried Maybe Dixon. "Yes. One small bag is burst open. That left the trail on the floor." "And a good thing for us," said Si. "We can afford to lose a little dust, so long as we've found all the rest." Going to a corner by themselves, they examined the contents of the bag with care. So far as they could remember, all of the nuggets were there, just as they had buried them. The gold dust was a little short, but not over two or three ounces. "As Si says, that little don't count," said Maybe Dixon. "I am more than thankful we have all the rest." "So say I," said Bob, and the other boys said the same. It was a happy party that went to rest that night, close to the foot of the cliffs. Morgan Fitzsimmons was made as comfortable as possible, although some of the posse were in favor of hanging all four of the prisoners. Mark was utterly worn out and went to sleep quickly, despite the excitement through which he had passed. The next morning Mark had an interview with Morgan Fitzsimmons. Like Soapy Gannon, the man from Philadelphia was utterly discouraged, and willing to do anything to make matters easy for himself. "I need a doctor," said he. "I am all broke up." "I'll get you a doctor, if you'll confess about that affair at my step-father's office in Philadelphia," answered Mark. "All right, I'll do it. One more crime on my head won't count, I reckon. I took the money, just as you suspected. You can write out a confession, and I'll sign it in the presence of witnesses. Please get a doctor as soon as you can, and--and don't let them ha--hang me!" he whispered, pleadingly. "They are not going to hang you," answered Mark. "Some of them spoke of doing it." "We are going to turn you, Ruff, and the two Mexicans over to the law." And a week later this was done. Soapy Gannon was also placed under arrest, but was used as a witness against the others. Morgan Fitzsimmons went to a hospital for two months and was afterwards tried and sentenced to several years in prison, and a long term of imprisonment fell also to the share of Sag Ruff. The two Mexicans were sent to Mexico, where they had to answer to several grave charges, and were also placed in durance vile.