footsteps, and ran forward to meet him. As he was carrying
something clasped to his breast, they supported him to the opening.
But at the same moment the object of his search and his burden, a
misshapen wedge of gold and quartz, dropped with him, and both fell
together with equal immobility to the ground. He had still
strength to turn his fading eyes to the other millionaire of Rough-
and-Ready, who leaned over him.

"You--see," he gasped, brokenly, "I was not--crazy!"

No. He was dead!