'Yes,' said the boy, 'green hide--just a calfskin bag, with the hair on.'

'Humph! Then here is proof that part of your story is true anyhow.' He
held up a little tuft of reddish hair.

'Rogers had a skin bag, a red-an'-white one. Used to use it fer haulin'
in the shallow alluvial at Eel Creek. I've seen it at his hut often,'
said McKnight. 'But, I say, mister, if you' take the advice of an old
miner you'll get out o' this just as quick as you can lick. See, the
timber's been taken out o' this shaft, an' it's a wonder to me it ain't
come down in a lump an' buried them kids long since. It's damn dangerous,
I tell you.'

'Very good,' said Downy. 'First have a look into these drives and then
we'll clear. Show me how you got through into the Red Hand workings,
Dick.'

Dick led him along the drive and pointed out the little heap covering the
opening where he had broken through.

'Do you think that dirt's been touched by anyone since you piled it
there?' asked Downy.

'No,' said Dick, 'it seems jist the same.'

'Then the thief did not come that way.' The detective scattered the heap
and examined the rough edges of the opening carefully. 'No cow hair
there,' he said. 'We must hunt for that skin bag somewhere up aloft,
Dick.'