Stebbins looked at him, as if he verily believed his head was turned. Before he could speak, Teddy added, in a voice free from all jest. “I saw that place in a dhraam durin’ the little shlaap I secured last avening. Yis,” he added, “jist exactly as I saa it there.” “Wal, what of it?” “And I dhramed that a little ways down the kinyon widened out, so that the sthraam run slower like, and down thar was _goold_--yes, goold enough to make a sootible prisent to the Pope of Rome, and there it had been layin’ fur miny long years, waitin’ till Teddy O’Doherty should come along and scoop it up--and that’s jist what Teddy O’Doherty is goin’ to do this minute.” And diverging to the right, they began making their way up out of the valley, so as to come up around to the cañon at the top. Before they had reached, or were near enough to decide the point, the Irishman stopped again, and laying his hand upon the arm of his companion, said, in the same deeply earnest manner: “Do yees belaave me dhraam, Steb.?” “I can’t say yet,” returned the trapper, reluctant to confess his faith in that, which, to say the least, had deeply impressed him. “I dhraamed that the widenin’ in the kinyon was about a hundred yards below where the kinyon begins. Let us saa whither it is true.” With an intensity of interest which it would be difficult to understand, the two men strode rapidly forward, their gait increasing almost to a run, as they neared the cañon. A few moments more and the question was settled. The widening of the cañon was precisely as Teddy had dreamed! Both men stood, for several moments too astounded to speak. Then the Irishman asked, with a strange smile: “Do yees belave it now?” “Yes,” was the awed reply. “And do yees belave thar is goold down there?” “I am sure of it.” “Thin all we have to do is to git it.” “Yes; that’s the difficulty. “And, be jabers, how is it to be done?” continued Teddy, with something like his natural joviality of manner. “I didn’t _dhraam that_!” They approached the edge of the cañon, and carefully examined it. At the point referred to it was nearly twenty feet in width; and, as this was very nearly the usual latitude of the stream, it flowed by this place as smoothly and quietly as the dead level. Looking over the edge of the chasm, they could discern the edge of a table or ledge, which seemed to be the floor of some cavern that extended quite a distance back into the rocks. This was the point which Teddy was desirous of reaching. But how was it to be done? The natural plan was to drop down upon it; but as it projected at the most only a few inches beyond the perpendicular wall, it was morally certain that, if he should strike the edge, he could not “stick,” while, so far as could be ascertained, it was too high above the stream to be reached by any one standing in the bed of that.