By six o'clock the next morning, the riders were on the way to Oak Creek. Polly and Eleanor rode side by side and discussed a good name for the claim. After suggesting and rejecting many fine sounding names, Polly finally chuckled gleefully. "You've thought of one!" declared Eleanor. "Yes, just the thing! Won't 'Choko's Find' suit it?" "Great! And it was little Choko that found it, too. If he hadn't fallen over the cliff we never would have discovered the cave and the rest of it." "We'll call it that--'Choko's Find!' Say, everybody! Listen to this: The mine is going to be called 'Choko's Find'--do you like it?" called Polly to the other riders. "Very appropriate," was the answer, so "Choko's Find" was its name. Reaching Oak Creek, the party rode to Mr. Simm's office and Mr. Brewster told the story in detail. The attorney was completely silenced at the strangeness of the adventure but demanded proof in seeing the ore before he would credit the tale. "Well, Ah declare! If this isn't the derndest thing Ah ever heard of in my life!" exclaimed Mr. Simms as he examined the nuggets. "Simms, do you remember Montresor's nuggets and legacy?" asked Mr. Brewster. The lawyer looked quickly up at his questioner and a look of understanding crept into his eyes. "Sam, Ah reckon it is the same!" "The ledge, the canyon, the trails _and_ the river!" added Mr. Brewster, convincingly. "You-all just wait here till Ah get my papers from the Bank vault!" excitedly cried the lawyer, snatching his cap and running out of the office. "Simms keeps his valuable papers in the masoned safe at the bank, you know. If the town burns down during a miners' celebration some night, his papers will be safe, anyway," explained Mr. Brewster. The lawyer soon returned with a package held closely under his arm. He sat down and opened the papers before his visitors. "Here's th' rough plan of the claim and here's Montresor's letter that was found after he was buried--you know, Sam." "What letter is that, Father?" wondered Polly. "We never told you about it, as it wouldn't have helped any one then, but now you shall read it." "Where was it found?" "In the pocket of an old hunting coat when we tried to find some clew to his family and home address. But the top of the letter had been torn away so we never knew for whom it was meant." Polly took the closely written sheet and read the letter penned by her old friend on the mountains. "At last I can say to you all, that my education was not wasted as you claimed. I have made good! I am a rich, rich man, as I write these words. I have discovered a gold mine that will prove to be worth millions. I refrained from writing as you had requested, until I had _good_ news. Now I can write.