It was about midnight when the older men lay down on their blankets to
sleep. Creedon had a big silver bull's-eye watch, and he said he always
kept it going.

Desmond pretended to lie down and go to sleep also, but his head was
filled with visions of the Mexican's hidden gold. He had an idea that
Creedon's investigations might have been very superficial; he determined
to make a thorough and systematic search, and he actually believed he
would find the hidden gold.

Brooks and Creedon were good sleepers; both were very weary and they
were soon in a sound slumber, and then Desmond arose, stole on tiptoe
over beside Creedon and secured the mask lantern. A strange, weird scene
was certainly presented. There had been a big fire; the embers were all
aglow and illuminated the cave. There lay Brooks and Creedon, looking
picturesque in their hunting garb, and there was Desmond stealing on
tiptoe under the glare of the firelight to secure the mask lantern.

Having secured the lantern the lad moved away and made for a crevice
which promised the best results. He knew enough of rock conformations to
go forward very carefully, always flashing his light ahead and studying
the path in advance, and so slowly, carefully, and surely he moved along
until he had traversed, as he calculated, a distance of two hundred and
fifty feet, when suddenly his flashlight revealed a solid wall in front
of him.

"Here we are," he muttered, "and no mistake."

Desmond saw that his explorations in that direction had ended. He