And so in truth it was. Tom’s nugget was smaller than that found by Poeskop, and was rounder in shape. But a nugget it was, of pure gold, free from any trace of quartz, and weighing about an ounce and a half; and the party were proportionately delighted. They now set to work, and, arming themselves with sticks, cut from the neighbouring bush, for the purpose of turning over the gravel, hunted with minute care over the big spit and in the clear shallows of the stream flowing by. By twelve o’clock, when they knocked off for half an hour’s rest, and ate some lunch under the grateful shade of an adjacent acacia tree, they had all been more or less lucky. Poeskop had gathered up nine nice nuggets of varying size. Next to him Guy had been most successful, having picked up seven; while Mr. Blakeney and Tom followed with five each. "I’m going to keep my best nugget and give it to mother, to make a brooch or a bracelet of," said Tom, as he dived into his pockets and examined his spoil. "All right, Tom," added Guy; "I’ll do the same by Ella. There’s a fine nugget, which ought to make her a real good necklet." "And I’ll provide for Marjory," said Mr. Blakeney, laughing at the lads’ eagerness. "But where does Arthur come in?" "Oh, I’ll look after Arthur," said Tom. "I feel such a bloated capitalist that I can provide for anybody. There," he went on, selecting a good nugget, "is Arthur’s _dot_ or dowry, or whatever you like to call it." Lunch over, and Mr. Blakeney’s pipe finished, they went to work again. From half-past twelve till three o’clock they steadily pursued their investigations. At two o’clock the greatest and most amazing discovery of the day was made by Guy. While turning over some gravel, just at the edge of the stream, he came upon what he took to be a submerged, rounded stone, of which there were plenty scattered about the bed and edges of the rivulet. In trying to push this out of its cradle of sand and gravel he found it unexpectedly heavy. At last he shifted it from the soil in which it lay, and lifted it out. Its weight astonished him. Suddenly a thought flashed across his mind. He whipped his hunting-knife from the sheath, and scraped away a coating of what looked like rusty soil which covered it. Then, cutting into the stone, a streak of bright yellow showed instantly. The lump was solid gold. His shouts brought the rest of the party running up to him. "Here’s something like a nugget!" said the lad, with flushed face. "Look, uncle, it’s gold right enough; and it weighs, I should think, at least ten pounds. It’s certainly the weight of a light pair of dumb-bells!" Mr. Blakeney stooped and picked up the stone, and carefully examined it. Then, taking out his knife, he cut into it as Guy had done. Again there showed a streak of bright yellow.