"Well, it didn't take you long to bring help," observed Mr. Dudley, grateful to the boy, though a little while before he had been inclined to blame him. "I happened to meet Johnny Green when I'd gone about a mile," said Adrian. "It's lucky he had his gun." "It's rather a lucky affair all around," said Mr. Ranquist. The Indian paid no more attention to the party, but proceeded to examine his prize, for the bear rightfully belonged to him. The animal was fat and of good size, and Johnny Green was well pleased. "I guess we'll call this exploring expedition off for the rest of the day," suggested Mr. Ranquist. "I'm sure we are much obliged to you boys for coming along, and especially to you, Adrian, for being brave enough to go for help when you did." "That was nothing," answered the boy, a little abashed at the praise. "We shall expect you to go with us some other day this week," went on the engineer. "Now, if you'll lead the way we will go back to the hotel." The two boys talked of nothing but the bear on the road home, but the men maintained a silence. The Indian had remained behind to look after his game. The party soon reached the inn, and, while the men went to their room Roger and Adrian hurried home to tell the news. "Say, Roger," asked Adrian, "what made you so anxious to lead 'em on to our land by the spring?" "Because," answered Roger, as if the matter was of no importance, "I thought they might like to get a drink. I know I did, and that's very good water you see." "You're right about that," agreed Adrian, and by this time the two boys were at the house, where, in the excitement of telling his father and mother about the bear, Adrian forgot all else. As soon as Roger could slip off without attracting notice from the folks, he made his way up the village street. Pausing before a pretty vine-covered cottage, he looked back to see that Adrian was not in sight, and then entered the gate. "Is Professor Bailey in?" he asked, when Mrs. Bailey opened the door. "He is," she answered. "Tell him, please, that Adrian Kimball's cousin, Roger, would like to see him." "Come right in," invited Mrs. Bailey. "You'll find him in the front room." And there, surrounded by heaps of books, Roger found the professor, Guy Bailey, principal of the Cardiff school. The boy knew him from having occasionally gone to the institution with Adrian. "Well, Roger," began the professor, "I'm glad to see you. Come in and sit down. Can I do anything for you?" "I think so," answered the boy. "I've come for a little information." Then he plunged at once into the object of his visit. "Professor," he asked, "do you think anybody would dig for gold in the hills around Cardiff?" "Bless my soul, no! What do you mean? This is not a gold country, like California or the Klondike. What put that idea into your head?" "I'll tell you a little later. Do you s'pose they would dig for coal?"